Holiday weekends around here are a big deal. There are something like eleven of them over the year, and they are as important to us as pie is to flies: we would not be in business without them. So, we aim to make the best of them financially by instituting a minimum stay requirement (3 days, typically) to force our precious flock out of the city, braving murderous traffic on Friday night, after a long day, after a long week. It might seem a little pushy, but we have our logic, part of which is based on good business, the other part resting comfortably on opportunistic laziness.
This one---Memorial Day Weekend---also happens to be the launch of the summer season. We had an awesome weekend. Full every night, no assholes (ok, one no show, but whatever), no party animals, just really nice people who all had a great time. The Cap'n and I worked our asses off last week getting everything looking great, and for the first time I really felt proud of this place. It was trimmed, mowed, flowered, and tidied into loveliness. We split wood for the campfire, around which everyone gathered to meet each other every night, we hung hammocks that were frequently used for both lounging by the adults and climbing by the kids. Everyone was so damn happy, loving our place, piling on the compliments, we were positively beaming. Last summer I was so stretched between running the place myself and carting around Poopies that I was lucky to get the rooms cleaned and the grass half mowed. I never had time to do the extra things that make a place look truly cared for, which is what we can do now that the Cap'n is here. I can't believe how much we've gotten done over the past four weeks, and how much better the place shows for it. So nice. I can't wait until this place is a true gem that feels like a garden oasis for us and our guests. And I feel like that's really not very far off now.
And there they go, nose to tail, heading back to the city. We did a high five that we don't have to go back to the jobs that we hate tomorrow. Honey, did you clean up the bear shit out back or should I?