I have a new boyfriend and his name is the Westin Hotel

I know you've all been waiting...

HOTEL NIGHT!

I was like a kid in a candy store. A candy store with a mini bar. Not only had the reservations manager upgraded us to a spa room (aw yeah, boyee!) we had a corner room which was even awesomer. (I've lived in NYC for over a decade and I still get choked up over my city's skyline.) So what does $500 per night get you? Massage chairs! Relaxation cds! One big-ass TV! Not to mention the most comfortable bed on the planet. (Available for purchase through westin.com. I'm saving up.) Because the room was geared for mind and body relaxation they'd included some logic puzzles in our guest packet. Unfortunately brain teasers tend to make me feel stupid which is the opposite of relaxing, but I guess that's why they have booze in the mini fridge. Me being me, I immediately pilfered everything that wasn't nailed down which included, but was not limited to:

- 2 packages of Starbucks coffee
- 4 different kinds of Tazo tea
- Assorted toiletries

I stopped myself from taking the stationary, but only just.

And yes, the massage chair was everything I dreamed it would be. That was me, decked out in a big fluffy robe - glass of champagne in one hand, massage remote in the other. (Lower back kneading is where it's at, kids.) It goes without saying that spending time with my husband was the best part; lovely and restorative and blah and blah free massage! And room service! (Sadly, not so free.) We ate steak and drank a teensy (but $22) bottle of cabernet from the mini bar and had a really great time. We plan on doing it again next year. Hopefully we'll be able to stay longer than three hours. (Almost forgot about the baby...)