So given my usual happiness formula, post work on Friday parking my trusty 1993 Ranger (275,000 miles on the clock), for a two night stay at the Four Seasons Wailea was not exactly the norm. Yet thanks to the amazing generosity of my friend Cheyenne, I was finally using up his fantastic birthday gift and my giddy level rose as the decadence of the weekend unfolded.
My job is to send people on holiday all day and clients often start their vacation request with "I want to be on the beach with an ocean view". I'm now fully equipped to respond "I hate to disappoint, but clearly what you have in mind is room 697 at the Four Seasons Maui". Holy shit I almost pee'd my pants with excitement as I opened the door and BAM was hit simultaneously with the divine luxury of the room and the view above.
I called Cheyenne who was at the pool and from my lanai waved at him like a moron who'd never stayed at a hotel before. I'm normally the kid who's happy to play with a bunch of keys, but fucking hell that plastic card to my room and the joy it gave me made all my "money can't buy you happiness" thoughts run for cover under the 800 thread count sheets.
We'd structured our weekend around the Maui Film Festival which is a wonderful annual event that can be as glitzy or down home as you'd like. With such a perfect base the next step was to add friends, cucumber martini's (shaken not stirred) and dinner at Spago. As we boarded the bus to the movies under the stars, the kindly staff handed out blankets and water and let me tell you, that was just one of the many little gestures that made me melt into a magical weekend.
Do you see these? These are poke cones and this is my friend Hanna who after Cheyenne, probably loves them the most of anyone I know.....proof positive because was her dinner. These spicy little buggers are a thing of legend and their recipe is a tightly kept secret.
As is Cheyenne's ability to make shit happen, as day two saw us in the kitchen at Spago learning how to make them!
Official testers of another Spago fave, chocolate lava cake made by Chef Ehrlich.
This pici cracks me up as we felt like stars having just had two wonderfully generous chefs take their precious time and share their talents, passion and creativity with us. Total score.
Let me tell you, I pull my weight in the world and don't grumble about much, but bloody hell, to put down my responsibilities for a weekend and be waited on hand and foot was shockingly marvelous! And remember, I'm the woman who has the blessed life and follows her nose and is free to do anything, but this weekend I felt like I had the magic lamp and all I had to do was rub that bugger and what ever I could imagine would manifest.
Well almost everything.....I couldn't conjure up a late check-out! But this was us four hours after we'd paid the bill.
Today I had a 7:50am dental appointment and was back to living the dream......and at work not one client asked for a room on the beach with an ocean front view.