An unexpected early departure

Through a series of fortunate events, Mario and I find ourselves settled in our hotel room in Lyndhurst, New Jersey, a whole 12 hours before we are supposed to even be setting out on this weekend away from home. Why, you ask? Because of an early departure, the result of a very benevolent employer, and, as luck would have it, an available room the day before our scheduled reservation.

I spent my morning getting everything ready, packing my bag, cooking up a tasty brunch picnic for our early morning departure on Sunday, prepping the house for our absence - when the phone rang. My wonderful boss was offering me the night off, to get ready for the trip, to get some sleep, heck, to get on the road early should I wish it. Of course, I refused several times before finally giving in and gladly accepting the gift. The wheels began turning: I wondered if the possibility of a early start would be too much and now with all this free time, if Mario and I might not be better off just hitting the road as soon as possible, drive late into the night, and get a good sleep in the hotel instead. This way, we would get a fresh start in the morning. I consulted with my other half, and Mario agreed. I made the call. The room was available. I booked it. And here we are - 5 and a half hours of bad drivers, good music and crazy singing later, refreshed after a nice, long shower, and relaxing in a plush king-sized bed. And so very happy to not have to wake up at 5 am tomorrow!

Get ready, New York, because here we come! See you on the flipside.