We dropped the boys off at Steve's later than usual (because I was waiting for Wayne to get home from work) and headed south the Baltimore for our kid-free weekend. It was sort of planned as a Valentine's trip-- a time to be all romantic and silly. We were staying at the Admiral Fell Inn in Fells Point, a swankier place than usual, and planned only to be silly and have a good time.
We arrived in Baltimore around 10:30 and since Fells Point has a huge bar scene, lots of stuff was still open. So we wandered down to a place called BOP: Brick Oven Pizza and ordered enough food for five people. We tend to over-order when over-hungry, but we did a pretty good job of clearing plates. Bad, bad behavior. As we walked back to the hotel, Wayne made a comment that he expected the weekend to be a Roman-type overindulgence of food. I said, yes, but without the vomiting.Yeah, I think the vomiting comment must have been some sort of jinx because Wayne woke up the next morning and spent some time kneeling in front of the toilet. I don't think it was food poisoning because I was fine. He felt lightheaded and dizzy and generally queasy and bad.
We went to breakfast anyway- to the Blue Moon Cafe, a place made famous on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. The place only has nine tables so we stood near the counter for 45 minutes waiting for a space to open up for us. I think Wayne fell asleep standing up. It was totally worth it though. Wayne ordered the Cap'n Crunch French Toast and I had something they called the "Sweet Baby Jesus". It was a stack of yummy goodness that began with hash browns. Those were topped with lump crab meat with Old Bay Seasoning and diced tomatoes. That was covered with a layer of melted cheddar cheese and then two eggs (I had mine scrambled. In retrospect, I should have had them over easy) and Hollandaise sauce. OH. MY. GOODNESS. It was amazing. Wayne barely ate and was largely silent because if he talked to much, he'd start coughing.
From breakfast we went to the National Aquarium. It was really awesome. What an amazingly designed building. It's built for crowd flow so there's no congestion or people going in the opposite direction. And they had amazing exhibits. I really enjoyed the jellyfish. I don't think I've ever seen them in an aquarium before. It was really fascinating.
By the time we were through with the aquarium, Wayne was feeling really, really bad so we went back to the hotel where he took a nap and I took an extra long bubble bath in the jacuzzi tub with the complementary bottle of pinot grigio that came with the room. I plugged in my iPod, it was awesome.
I woke Wayne up and he was feeling slightly better so we went over to Bertha's for dinner. I had mussels. I had to. Wayne ordered crab cakes, which he didn't finish. Dinner was great, albeit quiet. Wayne was insistent on "doing something" after dinner despite feeling like crap. There's a little playhouse between the restaurant and our hotel called The Vagabond Players or something like that. They were performing that night, in like, 10 minutes, so we went in and bought tickets. The play was cute, if over-acted, and Wayne fell asleep and started to snore a couple of times. It was so cute.
Because Wayne was feeling so bad, I walked him to the hotel and then I went around the corner to a 7-11 for some drinks to bring back to the room. When I got back, he was already asleep and I watched TV.
Sunday we had reservations for Sunday brunch at an Irish pub called Slainte. Apparently, we didn't need reservations because the place was empty when we arrived at 11 am. We had a great breakfast. Wayne was feeling slightly better but we decided to just head out and go home.
I feel bad that we didn't get to have the weekend we wanted but I can't be upset that Wayne got sick. He tried so hard to soldier through and still have fun but it was obvious how miserable he was. Oh well, we'll try again next time.