An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Monday, September 3, 2012

Monday's Letter: The Best S'Mores Bar ... Ever

Dear Ua and David,

Did you have a nice Labor Day weekend? Every year when this holiday rolls around I somehow always think labor as in, you know, giving birth. I think anyone who has given birth should be celebrated.

So, Happy Labor Day! (Ua, that is, and NOT you, David.)

This past Friday Joe and I went to lunch, and after we ordered I announced that I had a thought. Uh-oh. Just on cue, Joe gets this deer-in-the-headlights look (I'm not sure why this happens).

Anyway, I thought that with the long weekend ahead, we should go on a last-minute family adventure ... like a 24-hour trip to Hilton Head Island.

Again, why the pained look?

But Joe rallied, he gathered his thoughts, and right there at the TGIF table he pulled out his iPhone to check his Marriott points. As he dialed he uttered all sorts of dire warnings: Don't hold your breath, it's a holiday weekend and they might not have anything available; Hilton Head always requires a lot of points, and I may not have enough; Hurricane Isaac is coming and it will probably rain.

I simply nodded and smiled. Oh, ye of little faith.

By the time our food arrived here's what happened: Hilton Head Marriott Resort & Spa had an availability. We had enough points. And with two out of three of Joe's predictions thrown out, I wasn't even worried about the weather. Just like that, everything was settled.

Off we went (well, not Nicholas, but more on that tomorrow). Pool - beach - table tennis - pool - beach - indoor pool - free popcorn - the coolest game room ever - and a S'mores Bar the likes of which we have never seen: two poolside fire pits (set up under a nearly full moon), marshmallows, graham crackers, and an unlimited supply of chocolate (Hershey Bars, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Snickers, Milky Ways, and Kit Kat bars).

Confession time: I opted out on the marshmallows/graham crackers and concentrated on the chocolate.

It was a perfect 24-hours, with perfect accommodations, and (drum roll, please) PERFECT WEATHER.

So now I will end with the moral of this letter: when Bia has a thought ...

just go with it.

Hugs, kisses, and all that jazz,

Hilton Head, Labor Day 2012

(the story behind Monday's Letters)

1 comment:

Ellen aka Ellie said...

Why mess with graham crackers and marshmallows when there is chocolate to be had?

Good choice! (And that's not the only one you made...)