Kelsey and I enjoyed a little anniversary getaway over the weekend. We left the kids with the appropriate supervisors and headed down to the Plaza, where we had booked a room in a nice hotel (the kind where you have to go inside to find out they don't have a room - you can't just look for the neon NO VACANCY sign).
We spent last night walking around the Plaza. It was weird to walk right on past this place without three little boys begging to go inside to see the wireless atomic powered executive scooter or stainless steel nose hair trimmer.
We had dinner one place and dessert another, all the while wandering through a crowd slightly more cosmopolitain that we normally find outside the 435 loop. We also saw a couple of street performers, including one break dancer who, despite his excellent taste in 80's music, will probably forever perform his craft al fresco.
Today we went to the Nelson Atkins Art Museum. It is, to my knowledge, the only museum named after a diet program. It also made me wish we were better critics of higher art. In the Italian Baroque section, we were staring at a painting that neither of us recognized or knew anything about, when Kelsey flatly announced "If this were at T.J. Maxx, it had better be on the clearance rack." I replied "And you'd really have to like the frame...".
I slept in this morning until 8:50am, then took an hour's nap when we got home at 5pm. The only problem is I'm wide awake now and my alarm is set at it's usual 4:50am. I am probably the only person who has managed to get jet lag without ever having left the city limits.