We all have our quirks.
In fact, I must have been at the head of the line when quirks got handed out. They abound in my life.
Mad Dog has his, too.
One of Mad Dog’s in particular is his penchant for ‘beating the system’. While he is known to splurge on occasion (hello, Nike Buckeye shoes of every make and variety), he LOVES to save money or credit card points.
It’s like a game to him.
For instance when we exited the Mavs game a few weeks back, we had to walk several blocks (cold, drizzly, rainy blocks), to save eight dollars on our Uber ride home.
I didn’t say I had to like the game, but I am aware it is happening.
Until sometimes I’m not.
I’m just not.
Life in the Big D has been tumultuous. Some of it the natural byproduct of a move across the country, some of it by virtue of home renovation.
Leading up to our annual Buckeye cruise, I was neck-deep in supervising our master bathroom renovation (it’s still not done). There is also a new-build next door which required our shared fence to be torn down. In addition to all this fun, our back alley is under construction. I am no longer allowed to park in my garage (for six months!) but the bonus is lots of clanging, continuous construction noise.
With all of this going on, I was ready to vacate, I mean, I was ready for a vacation.
So ready.
Beyond ready.
To readiness and beyond.
Mad Dog promised me (PROMISED ME), that all I had to do was make it through one more day of complete and utter chaos. Although our flight would land after midnight, I would rest my head on luxurious pillows and bed linens at a top-notch resort.
I did my part. I managed and I delegated. I packed and I organized. I oversaw and I directed. I kept our dogs safe and alive. I got our awesome sitter up to speed.
I rocked out harder than Queen at Live Aid.
I continued to crush it. I navigated the airport with grace (take that social anxiety!). I found my zen as our flight bumped its way through the atmosphere (take that fear of flying!).
I was a woman on a mission. My singular goal consisted of getting to the hotel and to the best of my ability, leave my life of stress behind me and RELAX.
ha ha ha
It was 1:30 a.m. local time when we were dropped off at our hotel lobby. The receptionist greeted us and proceeded to locate our reservation for the night.
This is where things went from hopeful to uh-oh.
She informed Mad Dog that we weren’t technically booked until the next day (meaning the coming morning). Mad Dog, in his game beating glory, thought he could save points by counting 1:30 a.m. as EARLY CHECK-IN.
Yes, using a certain credit card and bonus points will get you early check-in BUT NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODFORSAKEN NIGHT.
Mad Dog played it cool. No problem. He asked to book whatever available room they had.
ha ha ha
No rooms. None. Zero. Zilch.
No problem. Our courteous receptionist said to have a seat and she would try to find us something nearby.
All up and down the coast for the next twenty miles WAS BOOKED SOLID.
By this time it was after 2 in the morning.
Eventually, Mad Dog found an available room about forty minutes away. While waiting for our Uber to take us there, I unleashed my fury.
I could barely look at him. I could barely share an Uber with him.
He tried to make light.
“This would be something for the blog.”
I glared at him and said, “Never. I am never going to speak of this. I am too angry.”
Ah, yes, but as we know, anger fades with time. Often the worst situations end of being the most hilarious if we keep an open mind.
The next day (technically the same day as we didn’t end up going to bed until after three in the morning), I could start to see the traces of humor in our points-saving adventure (which technically didn’t save us anything with the addition of a 40 min Uber ride to and from our original hotel).
As we were seated around the pool having returned to our fancy hotel, I told Mad Dog as much.
“Someday, I will look back on this story and laugh … so will my second husband.”
That’s the thing about love, it has to be unconditional and forgiving. You only can love an accept another to the extent you can love and accept yourself.
I must be doing okay on the self-acceptance part because I forgave Mad Dog pretty quickly.
We ended up having a fantastic cruise. The time away helped me remember all the reasons why I fell in love with him.
Too numerous to count.
As Mad Dog and I gathered around the corner table with his colleagues from the weekend awards’ summit, someone asked me if I had recovered from the Tiki Bar from the day before. My hands immediately went to my ears at the sound of the words ‘tiki’ and ‘bar’ as my body shuddered at the memory. Not because of my day spent at the Tiki Bar, more likely, because of the after-effects of my day at the Tiki Bar.
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