My darling husband and I had the best ever weekend.
We went out for dinner on Friday night to a Thai restaurant with a large group of friends, meaning there were quite a few of us, not that we were all big boned.
After dinner we headed to Fat Eddies, a bar based on the New York Jazz scene in SOL Square:
We danced and drunk cocktails and shooters until around 2.30am. My favourite being the Moscow Mules, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Then we headed to our hotel.
As we live about 30km out of the city centre we decided that we would splash out and stay at Hotel So, a funky new, hi tech, hotel with great prices.
If you can be bothered going there, This was what our room was like.
In the morning, after some hotel type shananigans, we went to Java for brekkie.
and best of all??? No hangover!!
Just a great weekend full of hand holding, random kisses, expressions of love and little looks. Sometimes these weekends are few and far between but they are the cement in the slowly constructed, heritage stone wall that is marriage.