What is it about a canopy bed that just screams Harlequin romance novel? It doesn’t matter if I’m in one alone, with someone cute, or with some red-eyed hunchback, I want heaving bosoms, ripped bodices, men with so many muscles they can barely lower their arms, etc. etc. Luckily tonight I am in one with someone cute, my boyfriend Craig, who is very easy going and always up for a game of pirate and wench or something like that.
After I spent Friday night in New York, Craig drove up to meet me in the Hudson Valley for a quick idyllic getaway filled with open fires, hikes on the Appalachian trail, and the most romantic of all activities, outlet shopping.
I went to school in the Hudson Valley and always wondered why the brochures beckoning you to college up here didn’t just open with, “Located 45 minutes away from a Chanel outlet!” I would have applied early and maybe stayed an extra semester or two. So every now and again I have to come up here to save 60% on Prada shoes. And then after a long day of spending (but saving!) I get to retire to a bed and breakfast and live out my pirate wench dreams with a four-poster bed, a lot of imagination, and an eye patch. Can’t really think of a more perfect day. Arrrrgh.