As I mentioned, we traveled up north in Maine to visit with some of Mr. Eva's family. We had made reservations at a hotel for a couple of nights, as we like our privacy. (Being old, we've been known to get up to use the bathroom more than once during the night; also, Mr. Eva is 6 '2" and we are both on the heavy side and require a king-sized bed for comfortable sleeping.) When making the reservation, I requested a handicapped king room. Mr. Eva has arthritis in his knees and has difficulty walking long distances or climbing up and down stairs.
This hotel (not a national chain), had only three rooms with king beds; the handicapped room had only a double bed. One king room was already booked, one was on the 3rd floor at the opposite end of the corridor from the elevator, and the third was "the honeymoon suite" and would cost an additional $10 per night. I decided that for twenty bucks, we could pretend to be honeymooning. (After all, we've only been married 28 years this September...so that's not too much of a stretch!)
We checked into our room, and I saw visions of Fifty Shades of
The posts on this four-poster bed were about 10 inches in diameter--they looked like Grecian columns. The headboard and foot board were inset with brown leather, and as you can see, the comforter and pillow shams were black and red satin. The sheets were black, which I guess were meant to be sexy; I was afraid they were black to camouflage the bedbugs. (As it turned out, there were no bedbugs, thank God!
I had the distinct feeling that the cross-bars at the top of the bed posts were meant to support some kinky piece of equipment like a sex-swing. Wouldn't you know--I forgot to pack mine!
(Sorry, guys, the click to enlarge doesn't work!)
So all I could do was lay there on the bed and imagine the possibilities!
At least the bed was extremely comfortable! It was so comfy I would have liked to bring it home with me, but we couldn't get the humungous thing into the car trunk!
I would have thought the "honeymoon suite" would at least have had a private balcony; but no, we had to share with the other three people staying at the hotel.
All in all, we had a very enjoyable couple of days. I met members of Mr. Eva's family that I hadn't met before, and had a chance to renew relationships with the ones I'd met before. There was much laughter, good food, and fun to be had. We enjoyed ourselves so much, I didn't even miss having a sex swing for entertainment!
I couldn't resist taking a picture of this restaurant sign, though.
We decided to drive on by, uncertain whether the name referred to a problem the chef might have with the suspension of his genitals.