The promise of sleep
Our resort in Kelowna is very nice. It is right on the lake, has a number of pools and a private beach, a good restaurant, and our room offers a balcony with a water view. Our room is so close to the water, in fact, that last night we lay in bed listening to the sound of the waves.
We also have a king-sized bed here, so I decided to take the opportunity (well, space) to try out using even more pillows to support my increasingly awkward body. I have, in effect, created a nest for myself using the king-sized pillows provided by the resort. Quite comfy. Best of all, the bed is topped with a feather bed. I've never slept on one before this, but oh wow is it comfortable! No matter how I position myself, it supports me and Bärchen. It just moulds to my changing body. Forget the body pillow that seems to be recommended on all pregnancy sites, I want a feather bed!
Between the inviting bed and the break from construction noise, my main hope for this trip was to get some much-needed rest. Besides, I need to save up all my energy for our upcoming trip to Boston!
Our first night here, I had insomnia. I slept fairly well until 4:45 am, but that was about it. Friday evening we attended the conference dinner, and by 9 pm I was anxious to call it a night. By the time we got back to the hotel, though, and into bed, it was after 11. Despite numerous trips to the loo, I slept fairly well, all things considered.
Last night we went to Quail's Gate for supper. It was as lovely as we remembered from our lunch there last year. But we were both tired, and when we got back to the resort, we were ready to turn in. We read and listened to the waves for a while, but it was lights out around 10. I slept soundly until 12:20, my first bathroom run. Regrettably, I actually thought to myself, "Oh, that wedding wasn't too bad, I don't hear any noise from it."
Wedding? What wedding? Oh, right, I didn't mention that there was a wedding here yesterday. I didn't see the bride, but from the dress code of the guests, I got a sense that this wasn't to be the most sophisticated or formal of weddings. The groomsmen were in ugly tuxedos with the ever-predictable red rose boutonnière. The bridesmaids were squeezed into the most hideous dresses I've ever seen in a bridal party. Made of shiny, stretchy, synthetic material, they were black, with bits of red meshy fabric protruding from the cleavage (décolletage seems too polite a phrase, somehow) and hem. The bridesmaids looked a bit like, ahem, working girls. Every time we went to the elevator, there seemed to be a confused groomsmen or a herd of stripper-bridesmaids, and I did worry aloud to Werner that it could be a noisy night on our floor. And one of the stripper-bridesmaids in the room next to us.
So when I didn't hear anything at 12:20, I was relieved. Foolishly so, for my head was scarcely back on the pillow before the whole wedding seemed to converge on the neighbouring room. Now, the rooms here were designed so they can be interconnected, thus we have doors linking us to the rooms on either side. Up until then, I hadn't heard anything from either room and was pleasantly surprised that the interconnecting doors seemed to have been well insulated. Retrospectively, it seems that the stillness was enjoyed because our neighbours the previous nights were simply quiet folks like us.
I tried to wait it out, but by 12:30 the party had grown louder and I decided to call front desk. A man with a thick Aussie accent answered the phone. He said he was alone at front desk, security had gone home for the night (!), and so he'd try to get the banquet 'guy' to go up and request some quiet. After another 15 minutes, the noise was bad enough even to wake Werner, who sleeps through everything. I called the front desk again, and a non-Aussie man answered the phone. He said security had gone up (on his way home, maybe?), but that he'd radio security again. Hm.
After some time, the volume on the voices turned down. Certainly not off, but it did diminish slightly. After another half hour or so, they seemed to go out.
Of course by then I was awake, and so was Bärchen, who was happily swimming away. It must have been 2 before I got back to sleep. My much-anticipated, eagerly-awaited, and desperately-needed sleep had been more or less ruined.
Today we're going back to Vancouver. Whatever time we get in, we'll have an excited and lonely Phoebecat to shower with attention, and luggage to unpack. It won't likely be an early night. And tomorrow I'll surely be woken up early by construction workers. I feel like my one chance to get some good rest has been squandered by drunken wedding attendants wearing horrendous outfits.
We also have a king-sized bed here, so I decided to take the opportunity (well, space) to try out using even more pillows to support my increasingly awkward body. I have, in effect, created a nest for myself using the king-sized pillows provided by the resort. Quite comfy. Best of all, the bed is topped with a feather bed. I've never slept on one before this, but oh wow is it comfortable! No matter how I position myself, it supports me and Bärchen. It just moulds to my changing body. Forget the body pillow that seems to be recommended on all pregnancy sites, I want a feather bed!
Between the inviting bed and the break from construction noise, my main hope for this trip was to get some much-needed rest. Besides, I need to save up all my energy for our upcoming trip to Boston!
Our first night here, I had insomnia. I slept fairly well until 4:45 am, but that was about it. Friday evening we attended the conference dinner, and by 9 pm I was anxious to call it a night. By the time we got back to the hotel, though, and into bed, it was after 11. Despite numerous trips to the loo, I slept fairly well, all things considered.
Last night we went to Quail's Gate for supper. It was as lovely as we remembered from our lunch there last year. But we were both tired, and when we got back to the resort, we were ready to turn in. We read and listened to the waves for a while, but it was lights out around 10. I slept soundly until 12:20, my first bathroom run. Regrettably, I actually thought to myself, "Oh, that wedding wasn't too bad, I don't hear any noise from it."
Wedding? What wedding? Oh, right, I didn't mention that there was a wedding here yesterday. I didn't see the bride, but from the dress code of the guests, I got a sense that this wasn't to be the most sophisticated or formal of weddings. The groomsmen were in ugly tuxedos with the ever-predictable red rose boutonnière. The bridesmaids were squeezed into the most hideous dresses I've ever seen in a bridal party. Made of shiny, stretchy, synthetic material, they were black, with bits of red meshy fabric protruding from the cleavage (décolletage seems too polite a phrase, somehow) and hem. The bridesmaids looked a bit like, ahem, working girls. Every time we went to the elevator, there seemed to be a confused groomsmen or a herd of stripper-bridesmaids, and I did worry aloud to Werner that it could be a noisy night on our floor. And one of the stripper-bridesmaids in the room next to us.
So when I didn't hear anything at 12:20, I was relieved. Foolishly so, for my head was scarcely back on the pillow before the whole wedding seemed to converge on the neighbouring room. Now, the rooms here were designed so they can be interconnected, thus we have doors linking us to the rooms on either side. Up until then, I hadn't heard anything from either room and was pleasantly surprised that the interconnecting doors seemed to have been well insulated. Retrospectively, it seems that the stillness was enjoyed because our neighbours the previous nights were simply quiet folks like us.
I tried to wait it out, but by 12:30 the party had grown louder and I decided to call front desk. A man with a thick Aussie accent answered the phone. He said he was alone at front desk, security had gone home for the night (!), and so he'd try to get the banquet 'guy' to go up and request some quiet. After another 15 minutes, the noise was bad enough even to wake Werner, who sleeps through everything. I called the front desk again, and a non-Aussie man answered the phone. He said security had gone up (on his way home, maybe?), but that he'd radio security again. Hm.
After some time, the volume on the voices turned down. Certainly not off, but it did diminish slightly. After another half hour or so, they seemed to go out.
Of course by then I was awake, and so was Bärchen, who was happily swimming away. It must have been 2 before I got back to sleep. My much-anticipated, eagerly-awaited, and desperately-needed sleep had been more or less ruined.
Today we're going back to Vancouver. Whatever time we get in, we'll have an excited and lonely Phoebecat to shower with attention, and luggage to unpack. It won't likely be an early night. And tomorrow I'll surely be woken up early by construction workers. I feel like my one chance to get some good rest has been squandered by drunken wedding attendants wearing horrendous outfits.
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