May 23, 2007

It all got to be a bit much – the interminable flu/allergy plague, the busted pipes, the lack of hot water, the broken appliances, the absentee father/spouse - and so WonderBaby and PL and I got the hell out of Dodge.
Now we’re here:

Quite literally:

That’s the view from our hotel room window in The! Honeymoon! Capital! Of! The! World!

Which is not exactly the place that you want to be when you’re a miserable, flu-ridden, effectual single mom, except for the fact that it has a) hot showers, b) room service, c) the Husband (who, although pre-occupied with mundane things like making sure that they can get the helicopter to hover over the exact right place over the falls at the exact right moment at dusk and capture it on film, is nonetheless available in the middle of night for me to bitch at about how much snot there is in my head), and d) did I mention hot showers? And room service? All of which makes it easier to overlook the fact that Niagara Falls is one of the most obscenely touristy places on earth and that I cannot for the life of me find a shop that sells diapers anywhere.

And because the last week and a half has been so challenging, tonight I will feel no guilt whatsoever curling up – after WonderBaby is abed and a hot bath has been enjoyed – in a nice cushy bed that has been ‘specially turned down for me and turning on the television and tuning in to something mindless while I eat lobster ordered from room service. We’ll call it my belated birthday, and it will be good.

Then, perhaps, tomorrow, I will have the strength to follow the directions that I discovered this morning while looking for diapers and a Starbucks (not in that order). Because apparently this is the land of my people. Or, one of them, anyway:

C’mon, ‘fess up: which one of you is this?

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    Femme (Fontanelle) May 27, 2007 at 9:03 am

    Aw, I used to be a Film Industry Widow myself…it’s nice to go see them huh, even if you don’t really see them except when they’re asleep because nothing can get in the way of the schedule on the call-sheet (!!)

    And what is the point of Her Bad Father having room service if he can’t share it with his lovely snotty wife?! Hope the Lobster rocked. Love this post (and pics!) x

    SoCalMom May 27, 2007 at 10:42 am

    In my opinion it’s not a great vacation unless room service is involved!
    Great photos by the way. Those views are amazing!

    Granny May 27, 2007 at 11:33 am

    My two oldest were born in Buffalo in the ’50′s so I was able to get to both sides of the Falls once in a while.

    It was a tourist trap even then although I liked the Canadian side better. I think there was an amusement park close by where I first learned about chips with malt vinegar.

    Love the sign but I do wonder how many people other than bloggers know what the letters stand for.

    moosh in indy. May 27, 2007 at 4:24 pm

    Jeesh, the town I’m currently staying in doesn’t even phathom milfs. Total gag fest, but it makes me feel better about myself.
    Maybe a trip over the falls in a bucket will knock the phlegm loose.

    jail diet June 1, 2007 at 11:39 am

    Ah the Niagra of all falls.

    Visited here two summers ago with the dog and the huz…turns out dog hates the end-of-the-night glo-show and fireworks.

    The mist.
    Frankly, I can’t stop myself from thinking about that man rolling over in a wooden barrel, not about love and sex.

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