Being in Central Vienna in 48 Hours For Parents Without Their Child - Part I
Y'all like the new look of the blog? Decided I needed a change. Also going a little mad as I reach my 6th day at home but rejoice, tomorrow I am back at work and I will be able to wear heels and a bra again and make up, lots and lots of make up. Huzzah! Oh yeah! It's my last day to completely recover and while I am still tired and a little snotty, I am so ready to return to the land of the living.
I have been meaning to post about our mini break from the end of December for a few weeks. If we are friends on Facebook, or rather, if you haven't blocked my obnoxious status updates (I am like the Leann Rimes of Twitter with all my HAPPPEEEEE posts (but positivity begets positivity so shut it)) you would have seen all the "check ins" we did within 48 hours. We were like two Amish teens on Rumspringen.
Sunday, end of December: Around 11, the Husband dropped the Kid off at the In laws and like any mom who has the place to herself, I cleaned the floors like a woman possessed.
The Husband came back home and we headed to Hotel Astoria. We chose this hotel because of its location. We wanted something near the Casino and we got something right across the street from the Casino. We've walked by the Astoria many many times and it was a thrill to finally be able to stay there. We showed up around 1 and were immediately given a room and the doorman was absolutely charming which made me whisper to the Husband "You got a tip? We gotta give him a tip. Crap. He's taking our suitcase. You got money? We gotta give him a tip!" Our room was small but nice and I did what I always do when entering a hotel room; I turned on the TV and rattled off all the channels available.
We popped open the champagne, had a glass and then decided to get a drink at the Loos Bar. Now the Loos Bar is one of my favourite bars in Vienna when I remember that it is one of my favourite bars in Vienna. It is absolutely tiny, kind or expensive, but there is an old world charm to it that gets me right in my snob heart. We had a beer and toasted to the next 48 hours.
Realizing that we had to take full advantage of our free time, we headed to Danieli's just around the corner. The Husband took me here for an anniversary a couple of years ago and although it doesn't compare to Da Capo, I do really like this restaurant. The back part is especially charming due to the glass ceiling and what really made it even more amazing that day was when we both spied the couple in the back. The gentleman was in his late 50's and the lady was in her mid 20's and the Husband and I looked at each other in glee. Enjoyable late lunch twas going to be!
Unfortunately I couldn't hear much of the conversation but I am 98 per cent sure they were not discussing economic reform. I even think I heard her say "panty". IT WAS AMAZING! After our late lunch and eavesdropping, we headed back to the hotel to chill out and watch TV. But that was not the end of our first day. Oh no, we had some gambling to do.
Around 6:30 we headed to the Casino on Kaertner strasse. If you haven't been, here is something you should know and which I wish I had known about 8 years ago when we went for my birthday. There are two parts to the casino. The ground floor is the casual section. Upstairs is the fancy section. Nothing quite like sitting in a cocktail dress surrounded by shouty Chinese tourists on your birthday. We did not know there was an upstairs section. We now know that there is an upstairs section. We went upstairs and had a drink and hit the roulette table. Let me just add here that the Husband and I have both come to the agreement that if Robert Redford offered us a million dollars to sleep with me, this would cause absolutely no moral dilemma if I said yes. After about 45 minutes, we lost what we had planned to lose and sadly realized we would not be rolling around on a bed covered in money. Sigh.
We had another drink and then decided to grab a late dinner (8 is late for us!) at 1516 (one of our old hangouts pre child) and I ordered the chicken fontina sandwich that is amazing and now I want one but I've already had dinner and now I'm sad.
We decided to call it a night and giddily glided back into our hotel feeling mightily tipsy and on the verge of gout.
I'll have to stop for now. There will be a part II in a day or two. I'm heading back to work tomorrow and I better get my stuff together. I think that the Husband might be a little more excited than me for me to be heading back to work; for 6 days he's been faced with a white fuzzy robe wearing poor man's fat Rachel Zoe and my whinging is probably getting to him. Bananas. I die. See you all later!
I have been meaning to post about our mini break from the end of December for a few weeks. If we are friends on Facebook, or rather, if you haven't blocked my obnoxious status updates (I am like the Leann Rimes of Twitter with all my HAPPPEEEEE posts (but positivity begets positivity so shut it)) you would have seen all the "check ins" we did within 48 hours. We were like two Amish teens on Rumspringen.
Sunday, end of December: Around 11, the Husband dropped the Kid off at the In laws and like any mom who has the place to herself, I cleaned the floors like a woman possessed.
The Husband came back home and we headed to Hotel Astoria. We chose this hotel because of its location. We wanted something near the Casino and we got something right across the street from the Casino. We've walked by the Astoria many many times and it was a thrill to finally be able to stay there. We showed up around 1 and were immediately given a room and the doorman was absolutely charming which made me whisper to the Husband "You got a tip? We gotta give him a tip. Crap. He's taking our suitcase. You got money? We gotta give him a tip!" Our room was small but nice and I did what I always do when entering a hotel room; I turned on the TV and rattled off all the channels available.
We popped open the champagne, had a glass and then decided to get a drink at the Loos Bar. Now the Loos Bar is one of my favourite bars in Vienna when I remember that it is one of my favourite bars in Vienna. It is absolutely tiny, kind or expensive, but there is an old world charm to it that gets me right in my snob heart. We had a beer and toasted to the next 48 hours.
Realizing that we had to take full advantage of our free time, we headed to Danieli's just around the corner. The Husband took me here for an anniversary a couple of years ago and although it doesn't compare to Da Capo, I do really like this restaurant. The back part is especially charming due to the glass ceiling and what really made it even more amazing that day was when we both spied the couple in the back. The gentleman was in his late 50's and the lady was in her mid 20's and the Husband and I looked at each other in glee. Enjoyable late lunch twas going to be!
Unfortunately I couldn't hear much of the conversation but I am 98 per cent sure they were not discussing economic reform. I even think I heard her say "panty". IT WAS AMAZING! After our late lunch and eavesdropping, we headed back to the hotel to chill out and watch TV. But that was not the end of our first day. Oh no, we had some gambling to do.
Around 6:30 we headed to the Casino on Kaertner strasse. If you haven't been, here is something you should know and which I wish I had known about 8 years ago when we went for my birthday. There are two parts to the casino. The ground floor is the casual section. Upstairs is the fancy section. Nothing quite like sitting in a cocktail dress surrounded by shouty Chinese tourists on your birthday. We did not know there was an upstairs section. We now know that there is an upstairs section. We went upstairs and had a drink and hit the roulette table. Let me just add here that the Husband and I have both come to the agreement that if Robert Redford offered us a million dollars to sleep with me, this would cause absolutely no moral dilemma if I said yes. After about 45 minutes, we lost what we had planned to lose and sadly realized we would not be rolling around on a bed covered in money. Sigh.
We had another drink and then decided to grab a late dinner (8 is late for us!) at 1516 (one of our old hangouts pre child) and I ordered the chicken fontina sandwich that is amazing and now I want one but I've already had dinner and now I'm sad.
We decided to call it a night and giddily glided back into our hotel feeling mightily tipsy and on the verge of gout.
I'll have to stop for now. There will be a part II in a day or two. I'm heading back to work tomorrow and I better get my stuff together. I think that the Husband might be a little more excited than me for me to be heading back to work; for 6 days he's been faced with a white fuzzy robe wearing poor man's fat Rachel Zoe and my whinging is probably getting to him. Bananas. I die. See you all later!
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