A Grand Affair

We just returned from our second and last family vacation (AKA conference for Wes) for the summer. This time, we were at the Grand Hotel in Point Clear, AL. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you may remember about a post I wrote last year (on the old blog) about the wonderful spa day I had and the time I spent in the Quiet Room. If I close my eyes tight, I can still go there in my mind. Needless to say, this trip was fun, but not quite as relaxing, with two children in tow.

We arrived on Thursday night around 5:00. We checked in, found our way to our room (that's right, one single room for all four of us) and then to find some dinner. We ate at in the Grand Dining Room and the kids were as good as could be as expected, considering they were "road weary" and hungry.

Towards the end of our dinner, I looked over at a table of 7 girls my age. Each one looked like she could have been my friend. Two were pregnant and all of them were having fun. I watched them, longing to be sitting at THEIR table. (Don't get my wrong, I love being with my family and this vacation was wonderful. But sometimes the grass is greener, right?) There was an empty chair at the their table with my name on it, I was sure of it.

As we were getting ready to leave, I stopped at their table, smiled and said, "Can I pull up this chair and be your friend? I'm so envious of your girl-time and I just know we would be friends!" They were hilarious and told me to have a seat! Too bad I couldn't, because I know it would have been a ball!

I'm sure they spent their girls' weekend at the spa and quiet room. Not me. I was at the romper room on the second floor.