Last week Callum and I celebrated our five year anniversary in the fanciest and cheesiest way we knew how: with dinner at the Hippopotamus and a night at the Museum Art Hotel. A staycation, if you will. The cheesiness was due to the fact we ordered the five course degustation at dinner – one course for each year we’ve been together. Lame, right? We never do anything romantic (I don’t even know if we acknowledged our anniversary last year) but we figured five years was a pretty big deal.
I guess fancy hotels assume that anniversaries are for weddings, so there was a sweet note addressed to Mrs Ashworth in our room when we checked in, and a complimentary bottle of bubbles. I wasn’t going to call reception and tell them that a) we’re not married, and that b) I can’t see the name Mrs Ashworth and not think of my mum, who is a teacher.
After checking in we had to hustle down to the Hippopotamus for our dinner. I didn’t take my camera, because the restaurant is fancy as fuck, and we were there for a date after all. They seated us so we both had a view over the harbour, and put our napkins on our laps for us, and all the other fancy things that super fancy restaurants do. We decided on the degustation with wine pairing, so had our very own French sommelier for the night. Callum and I know next to nothing about wine to begin with, so we mostly sat there smiling and nodding and making affirmative sounds every time we understood something he said.
The degustation menu was elaborate and divine. There were edible flowers and crumbs and foams and all sorts of Masterchef-y things. Callum had to cut me off with the wine before the end, unfortunately, or else I would have been unable to make it back to the suite in one piece.
After dinner we ended up back in the suite, where Callum ran a bath while I watched NCIS on the glitchy TV (it kept cutting in and out, including at the exact moment where the murderer was revealed and apprehended, so I will never know what truly happened).
And speaking of baths, I took my Bathory bath salts* along with me, and had my own bath the next morning. You know how I hate baths with a passion? I thought if I was ever going to be in an environment where I’m receptive to a fancy bath, this would be it. And if there’s ever a bath product that would convince me to try having a bath, The Bathory is it! They allow you to custom blend your own salts, and then deliver them (very promptly) to you in a beautiful glass jar.
I chose lavender, rosemary and chamomile in a Soothe base, and dissolved about 1/3 of the jar in my bathwater. They smelled delicious, as you may imagine, and turned the water cloudy (in a nice way). I got in the bath, and remarked how similar it was to being in a swimming pool. Callum didn’t see the resemblance. I sat there for about two minutes before I got bored and started splashing, and then another two minutes before I got uncomfortably warm and decided to give up.
Sometimes it’s nice to treat yourself and celebrate special moments. Callum and I make a point to have a brunch date once a week, on Sundays – the only day neither of us are at work – but our anniversary was something extra special. It has left a big hole in both of our bank accounts, but we won’t be spending this much money on ourselves for… another five years? So who knows.
The other lesson I can take from this is that I can tolerate baths, as long as they’re under four minutes long.