Sunshine On My Shoulders Makes Me Happy: Good Ol' Ed
Good Ol' Ed
So after practically kicking our own asses for making a reservation at the Standard, Chris and I continued on a search for a decent hotel in Florida. Only this time, we'd narrowed down our search to the best-rated, most romantic places in the Fort Lauderdale area.
Needless to say, we found a few hotels. But none stood out as prominently as the Ed Lugo Resort.
"You know, if you drop the 'E' in Ed Lugo," Chris told me, "we have dlugo. D-l-u-g-o are the first five letters of my last name!"
My left-brained husband actually thought this favorable detail to have been some sort of sign.
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder. But after almost five years together, I'm proud to say that I am officially able to spell your last name," I teased.
"Does this mean that you'll change yours to mine?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Only if you change yours to mine," I offered.
Frankly, changing my domain name to deborahdlugozima was going to confuse the living shit out of people. Some readers already have enough trouble with capitalization in comments and I was to suddenly expect them to know how to spell my married name?
Just who the fuck was I?
Regardless, no way in hell was I gonna live a married life with a nickname like 'double-D' even if it made Chris giddy. Or intensely humored. Or both. Unless, of course, Chris changed his last name to mine. That would have been fair. And as a Libra, I believed in utmost fairness in all dealings.
However, Virgo-Chris made our decision significantly easier by refusing a "common" name like my own for the sake of sticking it through a "long winter", the translation of his last name. So I remain the only child in my family with a surname that translates to "stone mountain". And to this day, I make damn well sure that Chris knows what he's missing... because I can.
Anyway, back to the Ed Lugo resort.
We scrolled through numerous 5-star ratings, one after the other. The comments were just dazzling and sparkling, and even the single comment which tried to trash the resort was dimmed with a kind reply from Ed Lugo. Over and over, the comments regaled the resort's top-notch service, stocked refrigerator, snack basket, cleanliness, beauty, relatively close proximity to the ocean, romantic air, relaxing and pleasant atmosphere and (get this) gourmet chocolate-covered strawberries, fruits and assorted nuts!
This was it. This was our place. We'd enjoy the privacy of our own bungalow. We'd be spoiled. We'd get some sun. We'd splash around in a waterfall pool. We'd lie like bumps on a log on a hammock for two. We'd dine at nearby restaurants. And oddly enough, our stay at this resort would result far cheaper than one at the previous dump.
We made our reservations with Ed Lugo over the phone, immediately. And Lugo, nice guy that he is, sounded just wonderful.
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