French Lick

When I got home at 7:30 on the 10th of November, I was cranky from working a long shift. I was so happy to see that my husband, who had the day off, worked so hard to paint our home. That was the first surprise. The second? When I got home, Mark was dressed and ready to go out! The next day was Veteran’s Day…. A federal holiday that I didn’t have to work! So0o0o0o0o……..

I think this is where I need to pause to tell another part of the story. Mark and I were planning on having Monday and Tuesday (the 10th and 11th) off that week. We both worked the whole weekend and were ready for a break. I called him on Sunday evening from work and warned (half-joked) with him that if I got the green light to have the next two days off, I was ready to book an early flight to Florida, stay the night, then fly home late Tuesday night. This is the part in the story where most people would stop reading, call me up, and inform me of what an idiotic idea that is.

Six hundred bucks to spend two days on the beach?
On a RANDOM Monday and Tuesday?
RIGHT BEFORE the holidays?
PLANNING the trip HOURS before the flight?

BUT, this is also the point in the story where those people realize that Mark and I are ABSOLUTELY PERFECT for each other! Mark was STOKED! Ready to pack his backpack and GO! S0o0o0, there we were….all excited about our sponstaneous trip. When Mark left work on Sunday, his co-workers asked what his plans were for his two days off. He told them he might fly to Florida. Then he told them he would see them Wednesday and left.

Then I had to work Monday. ((And almost Tuesday…)) Then we were all bummed. Then we broke our diets and ate Chinese food for lunch…Then Mark painted in despair…and in an attempt to cheer us both us… Then I got home from work Monday EVENING…. After twelve hours…. And there stood my husband. Walls painted…. Looking ready to party. Showered. Shaven. Yummy Smelling Cologne. Bling. What the heck? Why was he so happy? Why didn’t he let me be cranky?

“We’re going to French Lick for the night.” He said, looking at me, grinning.
Then, after looking at me again, he said….“You need to shower.” HAHA* Now I thought HE was the crazy one! I was in no mood to get ready and drive 2.5 hours to French Freaking Lick for the NIGHT.

My excuse:
It will be expensive.
His Response:
We were ready to spend $600 on a one night stay in Florida. Get in the shower.

My excuse:
I’m tired.
His Response:
I painted the house all day.

My excuse:
I’m cranky.
His Response:
You can drink away your sorrows in three hours.

At 10:30 we arrived at the French Lick Resort and Casino to CHECK IN….on a MONDAY. We bought a pint of Jager and a few Red Bulls from the store. Drank the whole thing. Went to the casino. Lost $100. (only $20 on the slots)…. The remainder? More booze.

We got a military discount, drank away our crankiness, stayed up until 3 or 4 in the morning, ate at our favorite little diner in the morning, and drove home.

It sure wasn’t the beach, but it sure wasn’t my apartment either! I had a blast with my best friend that night. God knew what he was doing when he hooked us up! And I think God intervened Monday night… got us out of the house before we inhaled all those paint fumes in the enclosed area…. ((Mark forgot to open windows…..))

Overall, a great way to spend 36 hours off work!