Vermont is for....sweating

Alrighty! Back from our wonderful trip up north. I can confidently say that no babies were made. Nacho got no action.

You see, it's hard to make a baby when you are sleeping in SEPARATE BEDS!!! Don't you worry, we aren't on the brink of divorce or anything as dramatic as that. It's just that it was 100 FUCKING DEGREES in our room. No A/C. I was told there was A/C, however, nope...none. My husband J is very particular about his environment. Upon arrival, he glanced around in panic. "What? No AC?" and even though at that point, it wasn't really hot, he started sweating. And complaining. And moaning. And whining.

So, I called the main desk, but there was no answer. It was a late arrival on our part, and we had a choice of trekking up to the main building to see if we could rouse someone to change our room, or go eat dinner. Since it was almost 8, we decided to eat. This, in hindsight, was a mistake.

After our meal, we headed back to the room, holding hands and making goo-goo eyes at each other. However, upon opening the door to our love nest, we were hit in the face with a blast of air that felt like some tropical Southeast Asian country. We immediately went for the windows and opened them up. It seems that the quick shower I took prior to dinner caused the room to humidify to this ungoldy level. There was no ventilation fan in the bathroom to help move the air. Which, by the way, is against the building code...at least in Massachusetts. Perhaps Vermont is too quaint for building codes?

So, at this point it's nearing 11. I've had 3 glasses of red wine which in my household is known to not also make me amorous, but make me sweat. Needless to say, neither one of us felt like snuggling up together in this sticky, hot, oppressive environment. So, instead we stripped down naked and laid in our individual beds, complaining and whining and watching TV.

Sleep was horrible. Not only because of the heat, but at about 2AM there was a crazy loud thunderstorm. Like REALLY loud. Lots of lightning and thunder and rain. It would have been kinda cool if we weren't so tired and hot and miserable.

The next morning I walked down to the front office and requested a new room. When lovely Elisha said "no problem" I just wanted to reach over and kiss her! It's not often you find those in the hospitality industry so hospitable. The only rub was that this room wouldn't be available until 4:30, once it could be cleaned. But hey, you take what you can get.

Well, the rest of the trip went well. We got to our heavenly airconditioned room. I got us tickets for "Kiss Me Kate" at the Weston Playhouse. I had another 3 glasses of wine at the pre-play dinner. I didn't realize the play was 3 hours long, and by the time it was over, I was EXHAUSTED. The lack of sleep from the night before and the wine did me in completely. By the time we got back to our airconditioning it was 12 and I was ready to pass out....which I did. Hence no baby making.

Oh, and an interesting, semi-ironic detail...Kiss Me Kate has a song called Too Darn Hot about how it's too hot to have sex...but apparently not too hot to jump around and twirl with jazz hands.