Mini vacation

This will be a quick post, because I’m at Broadway Cafe in KC doing a mini writing retreat. Also because my keyboard is having trouble with the Space key, which I have to mash to get working. It’s going to be a rough day writing, I can tell.

This trip is going to include some rare steak eating — both in terms of “I seldom eat steak at a fancy steakhouse” and “I’m ordering this black and blue”. I apologize to all the vegetarians out there.

We shall see.

Mini-mini-mini-MINI Vacation

On the spur of the moment

I was feeling in the doldrums yesterday waiting for a storm that never happened and frustrated with my lack of progress writing. Richard began to look for cabins at Mozingo (the city park some 5 miles away) but that’s a fruitless task in the summer at the last minute. I suggested trying to find a Kansas City boutique hotel on Hotwire so we could knock around the city.

So we did. And now we’re having a mini-mini-mini-MINI vacation (overnight) taking the Gangster bus tour and staying at the 21c, a boutique hotel formerly known as the Savoy. (thoroughly modernized alas). Hopefully, there will be a few good vibes that will help me write the remainder of my half-finished novel.

Tha

Because our families are so far away and it’s no fun to cook for two and our house is too chaotic for guests (with now four cats, as Buddy has been shunning our house for brighter prospects with his buddy the black-and-white cat), my husband and I go somewhere fun and eat turkey there.

This year, we’re off for a couple days to a mini-holiday in Kansas City: Staying at a bed and breakfast on the Plaza, eating turkey at a restaurant in Waldo (all together: where’s Waldo?), knocking around and watching shoppers on Black Friday. The bed and breakfast — Southmoreland on the Plaza — promises to be a treat, with afternoon sherry and turndown chocolates.

I started dating my now-husband on Thanksgiving break in 2005. He got acquainted to my ritual of watching Black Friday shoppers rather than shopping (much cheaper, fewer hassles). I think that’s why we got married: he liked my quirk.

So this should be a pleasant break before going back to work (I’m a professor of human services) on Monday. But there’s only one week of work, then finals, then I’m off for Winter Break. That’s just strange.