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Zung knew he wanted to go to the Grand to celebrate his 70th birthday. Where else would we go to celebrate such a milestone birthday?
First we had an epic party. We did a buy out at our favorite casual restaurant, Pizzeria Locale in Boulder. This place doesn’t have New York or Chicago style pizza. They have authentic Napoltana pizza, which is what you would get in Naples, Italy. We had been working on the party planning for several months. I rented a limo, hired a photographer and picked out a kick-ass dress. There were 50 people there, and countless glasses of wine poured. Speeches were made, diets were broken. Best. Party. Ever.
Sunday we all had hangovers. Why does that always happen? Mine lasted two days. Fortunately it was gone by Tuesday when we left for the Grand.
Our friends, Helen and Chris were going to be there for part of our week. They are from Oklahoma and came for the party and left Sunday for the Grand. They are Grand virgins. What a treat they are in for!
I somehow managed to pack between finishing up our kitchen renovation and having Nicholas, his girlfriend, Tizzy, my brother-in-law, and my sister-in-law (they are not married to each other, as house guests. All that, plus planning for the party.
We left Tuesday. We arrived to the airport early enough for breakfast at Root Down. I order a blood orange mimosa (or two) from our very cheerful waitress. Zung has one too!
We boarded on time, then had to wait 1/2 hour for a family to arrive. Not sure why they waited. They finally arrived and one of them sat next to us in the window seat that we had been hoping would stay empty. We finally took off. Zung and I had drinks, which we were not charged for. Probably because of the wait to take off. I had a rum and coke and he had a beer. It was a mostly smooth ride, although there were a few bumps.
We arrive, walk down the hall and take the escalator down to immigration. There is a line that is backed right up to the people coming off the escalator and I have to push people out of the way so I can get off the escalator. Then they open up a new line, so our immigration line was short. We have a short wait for bags and then customs goes quickly. I always have trouble finding the dude with thesign with our name, for our ride. Eventually I do and we are on the road. In 25 minutes we finally, arrive at the Grand.
Hector and Jorge are the bellman who welcome us. We are taken us to the bar. Daniel is there. I throw my arms up and say, I’m back!
They bring all the necessary forms over to the bar for us to fill out and ask if we want to pay now or when we check out. We pick that option because I am expecting there to be spa charges. Mariana comes over to welcome us. She says the new GM, Lander, can’t wait to meet us. It is so nice to see her.
Daniel makes us cucumber mojitos.
I exchange some money, and then we are in the golf cart and on our way to Building 71.
So far, it has been a good start to our vacation.But it is not officially vacation yet. Not until the Ceromonial Removal of the Watch, aka CROW.