My wife and I had decided to spend an anniversary weekend away from everyone. We also decided to keep it a secret, just to up the mystique abit. I had booked an oceanfront balcony hotel room at a better than average lodging. We stopped at the hippie health store on the way to our hotel. We mentioned our celebration in conversation with the clerk. They gave us a few free honey sticks. The clerk suggested I stop a couple blocks up the street at "The Love Shack" and ask for Brandy, surely not her real name. I did and Brandy assured me she knew exactly what we needed to create excitement on our special weekend and get 10% off. Ok! We went to check in at the hotel. It had been a while since we had vallet and porter service. As the young fellows emptied our car faster than I could organize, they noted the snare drum and cymbal case. Yes, I told them I was performing at a local Church Sunday morning after we check out and I and didn't want it left in the garage. It was then they picked up the black plastic bag that had bold HOT PINK letters and read: "THE LOVE SHACK". Next was the box with the champagne. "So, what "Church are you going to?" he asked with an evil grin. Free, married and 21, but suddenly I felt like Jimmy Swaggart. "Here's 10 bucks, forget that you saw me with her." I whispered. My wife wondered later if the bellhop was trying to coax a bigger tip out of her. Well I hope not, I just gave him $10. She said he winked at her a couple times. "Well, he probably thinks you're cute." and then some...
