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Can we really be into the summer holidays already? I can’t believe it’s nearly Memorial Day. The first of our three-day breaks between now and Labor Day, with the Fourth of July not all that far off and the warm South Florida weather settling in at last. In the past, when I was married, we sometimes took nice getaways during these summertime events. Maybe a couple nights at a local resort if we couldn’t spare the time and money to head out of town. That’s what I’d like to do this weekend. Unfortunately, I can’t swing it this year – for a variety of reasons. I’ll spare you the details but they include my girlfriend’s work schedule over Memorial Day. Still, I can dream, can’t I? I thought it might be fun to share the dream because, well, maybe you’d like to dream a bit too as you sit at work, looking out the window wherever you are and wondering what to do for the holiday.
So let’s head together to a great hotel. On the beach, of course. Maybe Fort Lauderdale or Hollywood, or maybe Deerfield Beach or Lauderdale-by-the-Sea. But I’m feeling like Fort Lauderdale this weekend. Some place very special. The fabulous St. Regis, possibly? Or the Atlantic or Hilton? There’s no shortage of first-class choices. With my car’s convertible top down, Gwendolyn and I roll up to the hotel entrance, where two bellmen open our doors, greet us warmly and point out the check-in desk. In a few minutes, we’re in our suite. Yes, a 10th floor suite overlooking the sea with a large private balcony for lounging as we sip champagne.
The bellman turns on the lights in our marble bathroom and finally leaves us. I pick up the phone. “Champagne for two, please, with strawberries.” We each slip into the hotel’s terry cloth robes just before room service arrives. Then I ease off the cork on the Veuve Clicquot. I pour two glasses as Gwendolyn carries the silver tray of strawberries to the balcony. We sip and nibble and pour some more until … is all that champagne really gone? And suddenly we’re feeling a nice dip in the pool would be just the thing. So we wander down to the beautiful pool deck, surrounded by palm trees rustling quietly in the ocean breeze. We step into the water and splash around like kids or something. Maybe it’s the champagne. Or maybe it’s knowing we have three whole days of this. Nothing special to do but have fun. And relax. Uhm … wow, I’m really getting into my little getaway. But I guess I’d better stop the fantasy escape now. We’re planning some sort of real at-home vacation later this summer anyway. If you’re lucky enough to live in South Florida, I hope that maybe you can too. Dreaming about time off at the beach is all fine and everything. Doing it is a lot better. Have a great holiday!
So let’s head together to a great hotel. On the beach, of course. Maybe Fort Lauderdale or Hollywood, or maybe Deerfield Beach or Lauderdale-by-the-Sea. But I’m feeling like Fort Lauderdale this weekend. Some place very special. The fabulous St. Regis, possibly? Or the Atlantic or Hilton? There’s no shortage of first-class choices. With my car’s convertible top down, Gwendolyn and I roll up to the hotel entrance, where two bellmen open our doors, greet us warmly and point out the check-in desk. In a few minutes, we’re in our suite. Yes, a 10th floor suite overlooking the sea with a large private balcony for lounging as we sip champagne.
The bellman turns on the lights in our marble bathroom and finally leaves us. I pick up the phone. “Champagne for two, please, with strawberries.” We each slip into the hotel’s terry cloth robes just before room service arrives. Then I ease off the cork on the Veuve Clicquot. I pour two glasses as Gwendolyn carries the silver tray of strawberries to the balcony. We sip and nibble and pour some more until … is all that champagne really gone? And suddenly we’re feeling a nice dip in the pool would be just the thing. So we wander down to the beautiful pool deck, surrounded by palm trees rustling quietly in the ocean breeze. We step into the water and splash around like kids or something. Maybe it’s the champagne. Or maybe it’s knowing we have three whole days of this. Nothing special to do but have fun. And relax. Uhm … wow, I’m really getting into my little getaway. But I guess I’d better stop the fantasy escape now. We’re planning some sort of real at-home vacation later this summer anyway. If you’re lucky enough to live in South Florida, I hope that maybe you can too. Dreaming about time off at the beach is all fine and everything. Doing it is a lot better. Have a great holiday!
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