Before the kids (and the responsibility that comes with them) came into our lives, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just decide on a Friday to go out of town for the weekend. Typically, when this happened, we’d go to St Louis.
St Louis was perfect. It was close enough that we could get there easily in a night, and far enough away that no one knew us. We’d go home from work, throw a few things in a bag, and hit the road. We almost had it down to a science. We called that afternoon for reservations at the Adam’s Mark downtown and took off after work.