Silk and counting...

This weekend was our 12th wedding anniversary which Google informs me is 'silk' - rather than buy Silk, I set up a surprise for M.  We've got my mother coming to stay for 3 weeks from Wednesday and M is, charitably speaking, not looking forward to the whole time.  So I set up a surprise dinner and night in a hotel in the city to give her a relaxing break.  Logistically this was a nightmare.  I had a 90 minute window while M was out for a coffee with a friend to pack an over night bag and get across town to check in.

I run a bunch of related errands (Champagne AND Chocolate) and get to the hotel to find the reception desk swamped - the cruise ships and graduating parents are in town.  The guy in front of me is very upset that the free shuttle service for the hotel won't act as a free taxi to pick his friends up from the cruise ship terminal.  Thus earning the 'most stupid man in Seattle' award for Saturday.  The hotel is in the U District, the U district is 5 miles, a lake and a wide water channel from the Cruise terminal.  There is no practical way for a hotel shuttle to operate down there and a MAP would have told you how far you are from the action.

Anyway, eventually I get to check in and thank them for giving me early check in, and explain that I'm surprising M for our anniversary ahead of the Mother in Law coming.  At that point the reception clerk smiles and upgrades me to a top floor suite!  Bloody thing was enormous with a deck, full tub and so forth.

So I managed to get home, sort out packaging a bag and hiding it for the friend who was going to dog sit, and then we walked down to the U district.  It's a nice 3 mile walk, mostly downhill.  We got to the hotel and I suggested we have a drink and we got in the lift.  M still not clear what was happening wasn't prepared for arriving on the top floor and being taken into the suite.  Amusingly we'd been discussing on the walk down how I never surprise her.

Anyway, a fun day.

Apropos of nothing really...

From last night's Game of Thrones:

"Any man who must say 'I am the King' is no true king," says Tywin Lanister

I have also concluded that any person who needs to describe themselves as an Alpha Male is probably missing the point.