Today is my seventh wedding anniversary.
Of my second marriage.
Which is also my last marriage.
So this past Saturday, my husband and I drove 30 minutes south to the island of Palm Beach to mark the occasion by spending a night at the beautiful Brazilian Court Hotel.
We had been to the Brazilian Court before, spending a night five years ago to celebrate a birthday, attending a wedding and returning multiple times to dine at the sumptuous, special occasion worthy Cafe Boulud.
And I’ve loved it every time.
So it was the perfect place to mark this passage of time. Seven years is meaningful to me because at the seven year mark in my first marriage, I was incredibly unhappy.
My current marriage, after seven years, is all smiles and roses. (Okay, not really, but it’s pretty close. And I’m happy.)
We arrived at the hotel a while before check-in so we dropped off our bags and let them park our car. And then we went for a stroll around Palm Beach. I don’t go to Palm Beach very often but when I do, I feel like I’m in a totally different world. The architecture, the cars and the people. For being so close to where I live, it’s a true getaway.
After lunch and our stroll, we went back to the hotel to check-in. After being wished a “Happy Anniversary”, the bellman escorted us to our room and opened the door and I was like whaaaa?
It wasn’t a room. It was a suite. The Garbo Suite to be exact. Living room, den and not one but two bathrooms.
Big fluffy towels and robes, a huge whirlpool tub, yummy smelling bath products and lots of pillows on the bed. All of the things that I love in a hotel room. Plus the suite was clean, clean, clean. (Quite different from that hotel I stayed in last year in Vegas.)
The room, the grounds, the staff… Everything was perfect. The rain even stopped for us.
After we settled in, hubs popped a bottle of sparkling wine and we had a toast. To us. To seven years. And to many more.
And after a time, we got ready for dinner and made our way down to the restaurant where we were again wished a “Happy Anniversary” (which I loved) and shown to a table for two outside. We ate like dressed up pigs: a dozen oysters, endive and roasted beet salad, grilled octopus, lamb chops and swordfish. Oh, and of course those delicious chick pea fries.
We didn’t think we had saved room for dessert but then our waiter brought over a beautiful plate with yes, “Happy Anniversary” written on it. We ate that and managed to sample a few of the restaurant’s signature madeleines. Warm and petite. Perfect to pop in your mouth to end the meal.
We lumbered back up to our room and sank in to the luxurious king sized bed. It was very dark and quiet, except for the
snoring purring coming out of my husband.
In the morning, we got up leisurely (wink, wink), went for a stroll on Worth Avenue and had breakfast outside at a little cafe.
Back at the hotel, we packed up, checked out and were on our way home.
We pulled in to our garage almost exactly 23 hours after we left.
But it felt like we had been a million miles away.
Happy anniversary babe. I love you.