working five days a week is tiring (i know, i’m late to the game with that realization). between two jobs this summer, i’m busy every day of the workweek and am gaining a newfound appreciation for weekends. so, when plans were made for me to go to a resort upstate to celebrate my sister’s 25th birthday, my calendar was marked, starred, dog-eared, and highlighted. in other words, i was looking forward to the getaway.
our journey began here: up and over the GW bridge at dusk on friday evening as our group of seven made our way to mohonk mountain house in new paltz, new york.
we arrived just as the sun began to set through the hotel’s entrance way.
it seemed as if it had been holding off to impress us as we watched on from our balconies minutes later.
once the last sliver of gleaming orange light disappeared behind the catskill mountains that surrounded our lovely lodgings, we got to it — cocktail hour, that is. you can tell my family is into packing all the necessities, and by necessities i mean alcohol, mixers, and salted pistachio nuts.
saturday morning brought sunshine and scenery not to be believed. the 145-year-old hotel boasts numerous wrap-around decks, where guests can ooh and aah at the lake on which the enormous building sits. after spending a significant amount of time gaping at the picture perfect place, we made sure to make the most of its countless facilities; our saturday festivities included aqua aerobics, power yoga, rock climbing, paddle boating, and meditation as well as a bbq lunch cookout (complete with red and white checkered picnic tables in the woods) and some good old beach time. the physical activity was rigorous but oh so necessary considering the all-inclusive-ness of mohonk: every meal is an unlimited buffet, and while the food was not particularly wonderful, it would seem that no normal human can resist the option of eating an appetizer, two full entrees, and four desserts if they all come at no additional cost. oops.
saturday night included another cocktail hour, another buffet dinner–this time dedicated to celebrating my beautiful sister’s 25th birthday–a visit to the kitschy-yet-wildly-entertaining game room (note: air hockey may be the best invention of all time), and an utterly offensive/amazing late night game of cards against humanity.
sunday was slightly less active, though it did include a quick trip to the fitness center and a core strengthening class, both of which were followed by an epic brunch, by far the best meal of the weekend. our party covered all the courses on offer, from the prime rib to the seafood stew to the whipped cream-topped belgian waffles and peanut butter-frosted banana cake. again, oops.
just as it had started, the weekend ended with a car ride, this time in a borrowed 1980s mercedes. i said farewell to a flawless 48 hours in retro style, counting my blessings the whole way home.