A few weeks ago, Mr. Handsome and I went on our first getaway since having Little Buddy. I didn’t want to go far, and I didn’t want to be away for more than one night. We ended up being gone for 24 hours, and it was the perfect amount of time. I honestly cannot remember ever feeling more relaxed or having more fun.
We put on fancy clothes and headed out for dinner. Just as we were paying for our meal, a dozen older teenagers came into the restaurant and began making a huge racket. Mr. Handsome and I are both very tolerant people, but we felt like their noise level was significantly higher than it should have been, even for their size group. We were glad to be able to leave within a few minutes, but we felt bad for other guests who had just arrived.
That evening, we stayed at a lovely hotel about 25 minutes outside of Nashville. We had hoped to find a place downtown, but the prices made our jaws drop. We’re talking upwards of $300 for one night! So for a third of that, we booked a room that was much nicer than we are accustomed to but didn’t break the bank.
The next morning, we exercised at the hotel gym and then went out for breakfast at First Watch, a restaurant with locations across Nashville. Mr. Handsome took one look at the menu and dubbed it a “millennial restaurant.” Almost every dish contained avocado (which the waitress called “avo”), and the advertised drink was the “blue booster,” a mix of white grape juice, blueberry, lemon, and basil. I rarely order anything more than water, but I decided to splurge, since it was our special getaway. It was delicious.
The food was incredible (see photos). Even Mr. Handsome–or should I say Mr. Eggs and Bacon–agreed. And the total price was no more than one would spend at a place like IHOP. (I love pancakes and have nothing against IHOP, but this place was definitely one step above.)
We spent the rest of the afternoon in Nashville. It was raining, so we walked around Green Hills Mall and saw a move. We tried, for the second time, to see “Knives Out,” but it was full, so we settled for the newest “Star Wars.” I have never been a fan of those movies, but it ended up being pretty good.
Little Buddy was overjoyed to see us when we returned home. “Grandma” (my mother) said he had done well, although she said it was clear that he had missed us. He had refused to sleep in his crib, so he spent the whole night in the guest bed with Grandma. (Our guest bed is only a foot off the ground, so there was no risk of him falling out.)