24 Hours of Living the High Life - A Recap

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, we stayed at the fabulous Bristol Hotel Vienna for a night thanks to my super generous parents! We love staying at hotels because a) I's don't have to clean and b) a bigger bed. So on Saturday, the Husband dropped the Kid off at the in laws and then we headed to a pub near the hotel since check in isn't until 3.

We had a couple of beers and then made our way to the Bristol. Upon check in we were informed by the very very friendly man at reception that we had been upgraded to the Junior Penthouse Suite. I nodded and said "Well, thank you very much" because I wasn't a hundred percent sure I had heard him correctly. We made our way to the elevator in silence. Got off at the sixth floor and entered our Junior Penthouse Suite. As soon as the door shut behind us I got my happy dance on and started squealing "Junior Penthouse Suite! Junior Penthouse Suite! Junior Penthouse Suite!" at least a hundred times. Then we took pictures and ran around and I threw myself on the bed and then ran around some more and we high fived and then we took some more pictures and I continued to squeal "Junior Penthouse Suite!" I'm suave that way. After the initial excitement wore off, we sat on the balcony and popped open a bottle of Moet & Chandon and toasted to our life. It was bliss. It was luxury.

Here are some pics of the room. How do you like them fabric wallpaper and chandelier? Sorry for the size. Camera phone!





 After a couple of hours we decided to head to the casino where we ended up winning 80 Euros (lucky streak day) and then had a quick dinner at a pizzeria and then headed to the Hotel Bar where we had overpriced small beers. Here I am at the end of the evening (8 p.m. we tucker out early these days) in the hotel bar.


By 9 we were exhausted and we fell into our King size bed where we dreamt the dreams of the rich. I wore a monocle in one dream.

The next morning we woke up and headed to breakfast where I stared at people. And then we slept another hour until it was slowly time to check out. I may or may not have said "Why do we have to go back to our shit hole of an apartment?" Good thing I have boobs, keeps the Husband from divorcing me for now.

So that was our fantastic 24 hours and now I am back in reality. But I don't feel too bad about that because luxury should be a once in a while event. I don't want to become too jaded that I never scream "Junior Penthouse Suite! Junior Penthouse Suite!" again.

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