My Splendiferous After Trial Weekend 

Obviously this was written back in the beginning of November. I didn’t think it was smart to post when I had prying eyes on me. But I’m free now so here you go! 

My divorce didn’t go as planned as you all know; however, that did not stop me from having an absolutely fantastic weekend.

The mobster drove up to see me. He met me after the trial. I took him to my favorite restaurant in town, which I think I wrote about before. It’s an all-you-can-eat Japanese steakhouse/sushi restaurant. They make everything to order instead of having it all out on a buffet. It’s delicious. I had my favorite- the Angel Roll.

I could have sworn the mobster told me he loved sushi but it turns out he didn’t think he’d ever had it. He ended up trying two different ones and said he liked them. It was an amazing dinner and he thanked me for bringing him to this place and showing it to him.


We went back to the hotel and went swimming and soaked in the hot tub. We were the only ones there. It was so nice to lounge around in the hot tub or float in the pool and just talk and be together. The pool closed at 11 but we stayed in until almost 11:30. We were quiet so I don’t think they minded.

The next morning we woke early enough to enjoy the beautiful sunrise against the backdrop of the mountains. We had breakfast at the hotel and then headed out to see one of Rock Star’s friends. I had him take the scenic route so I could show him the breathtaking views I got to experience while living there. I also took him by my old house and had him drive along the road I call my happy place.

It’s just a short winding road with a quaint stone fence, a relaxing creek and my beloved cows. For good measure there are sometimes ducks swimming in the stream and the house across the road has big, white, fluffy ducks.

I took him by Picasso’s middle school and Rock Star’s high school.

We met Rock Star’s friend at the new coffee shop; we had a really nice visit. She caught me up on her life. She’ll be graduating with her cosmetology license when she graduates from high school in June. This is the kid that practically lived with me the last summer we were there. She bought me Chunky Monkey ice cream as a going away present. I love this kid!

We ended up giving her a ride home and from there we left to go to the beach. Yes, you read that right. The mobster and I headed to the beach in November.


It was glorious! Granted, it took us an hour to find a room because there was some police convention going on but that was really the only hiccup.

The mobster likes to make frequent stops so I indulged him. We stopped at a scenic overlook and one time I told him I felt really bad but I needed to stop for a bathroom break. We also stopped along the way to see a friend of mine.




I met my lovely friend M back when I lived in Utah and she and her family eventually followed me to Virginia. Nah, not really. Her husband got a job at one of the many colleges in the state and they moved. But still… what a story. Two people meeting up thanks to PTA; they click right away and become fast friends. I move 2000 miles away and she thinks she’ll never see me again. Instead she ends up moving less than three hours away.

Her husband’s birthday was that day and she had to work all day so it was a quick visit. We met at Starbucks and chatted for about 30 minutes. I asked her later what she thought of him. She replied that from what little she had seen of the two of us she thought we were perfect for each other.

The reason I’m telling you this long rambling story is to explain why we didn’t get to the beach until after 7. The police convention caused us to not check into a room until around 8.

As soon as we checked in we headed off to a fabulous seafood buffet. They had oysters, shrimp, two or three different kinds of crab, scallops, multiple types of fish, soup and crawfish. That’s off the top of my head. They also had a salad bar, tons of veggies, and many different types of amazing desserts. It was so good!

You know the best part? The mobster stood in line to bring me crab legs. He would get butter and cocktail sauce for me. Isn’t that the sweetest thing? I’m 48 years old and yet I find a man doing something as simple as running and getting me something I would like to be an amazing gesture. For the record, I did go and fetch some baklava for him. I knew he was a fan. I don’t want anyone to think I just take, take, take and never give.


We woke up bright and early the next day. I discovered he had kept the sliding glass door slightly ajar so that I could hear the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore all night. I love that sound.


We took a very long walk. He wanted to go all the way to the end of the boardwalk. I joke that we walked all the way down to -25th Street. Along the way we stopped and took pictures. Gosh, he loves to take pictures and videos. It’s so refreshing. I bet we were out walking for close to two hours. We walked on the beach and dipped our toes into the Atlantic (it’s quite cold this time of year, btw). We walked on the boardwalk. We walked on the sidewalk. We etched our names into the sand. We watched boats and we watched people. We held hands. We laughed.





We had grabbed a cup of coffee before we headed out so on our way back (after walking 80 blocks, uphill, both ways…) I started looking for a public restroom. He thought it was adorable how my bladder got so excited upon seeing a port-a-potty. I had to literally stop, cross my legs, and wait for the urge to pass me by. He thought for a minute I was “leaking” which I suspect is a really polite way of saying, “peeing my pants”. So I had to explain to him that I was not “leaking”; I just had to take a minute because my bladder went into overdrive seeing its opportunity. I spent my youth being instructed to “Go now!” whenever we stopped on long trips. Now, whenever I see a bathroom I have to go! Seriously! Even if I had no urge before. I’m like Pavlov’s dog.

We got breakfast at the hotel and took it up to our room where we ate on the balcony. Sometimes it really is the simple pleasures. I loved just watching the people go by, listening to the crashing waves, looking at that beautiful ocean, and admiring the dogs with their owners as we sat on our little balcony and ate our eggs.


Finally, we checked out, wandered the streets a bit more, bought souvenirs for our kids, and then had lunch before heading back to his house.

We had less than 24 hours there but it was still enchanting. I loved going in the off season. The crowds are practically non-existent. The rooms are cheaper. And the weather, at least this time, was still fabulous. High 60s, low 70s. Perfect!

They were setting up all their Christmas lights and we had a great time trying to figure out what some of them were.


We both agreed we’d love to go back, and maybe next time take our kids with us.

We didn’t get back to his house until after 7. We picked up a pizza and headed home. We watched some episodes of The Office and I fell asleep with my contacts in.

In the morning he took me over to his parent’s house so I could meet them, and then we drove the hour and twenty minutes to meet my mom. We had lunch together, gossiped about the trial, and before you knew it, it was time to say goodbye.

It seems like there is never enough time together. Thankfully, we had already planned on getting together again in two weeks. I’ve been hating the four and five week gaps. I can do three. I prefer two. Stay tuned for our next adventure.


7 thoughts on “My Splendiferous After Trial Weekend 

  1. Outside today it is freezing cold, inside my heart reading this it is warm and mild. So glad during some of the lingering BS there were uplifting times taking place together for you both and your families. So funny is reading this and thinking about those idiotic bank robber and whatever pictures on the checks CF printed are just so juvenile and here you are – two adults, having fun together. You have the last laugh.

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    1. I didn’t even think of that but it’s so true. I told the mobster once that revenge is a terrible foundation for a relationship. What we have is good and it’s not based on impressing the outside world. We are delighted to have found each other. We are happy and we have fun, all while being the sane parent to our kids.


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