Well, my fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants lifestyle has finally caught up with me. Jason and I rarely "plan" trips. We moreso just kind of wake up one morning, decide we want to go somewhere, log on to lastminute.com, book it and fly out two days later. This time, we waited a little too long to book our "sun holiday" as the English call it.
We had both decided we were borderline suicidal due to the lovely (60 degrees and rainy. Every. Bloody. Day.) British summer we're having and that we were going to book ourselves to go somewhere warm and sunny this weekend. Well, what we forgot is that it's the Bank Holiday weekend. And every other human being residing in the United Kingdom also wants to go somewhere sunny this weekend. Oops.
We hit rock bottom last night when both of us had been online for hours at a time, searching in vain for a trip to Mallorca or Greece or Portugal or pretty much anywhere you can go outside with shortsleeves on. I snapped at Jason to "PLEASE use the silent touch-click feature because that constant clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick is driving me NUTS". He retorted something like "I don't know why I bother" under his breath and of course I come back with the always-clever "What the hell's THAT supposed to mean?" And that's when we knew. We're not the kind of couple who routinely fights over computer clicking noises. We knew we had to get out of here. Even if it wasn't to the South of Europe, we had to go somewhere the forecast didn't have little pictures of grey clouds with the little cartoon cloud faces puffed up like they were blowing arctic winds and rain pouring out the bottom of them.
So, Berlin it is. It's a beautiful city and the weather is supposed to be sunny and mild this weekend. But, I have to be honest and say that I'm the most excited about the hotel. We booked the flight on BA points so we decided we could splurge a little on accomodations. Ritz-Carlton, here we come. Club-level, bitches.
Y'all think anybody will mind if I wear my Jim Beam Racing beater tank to the Club Concierge for afternoon cocktails?