So mr. jolt and I are off to the big city tomorrow, for one night, to join some friends throwing a high-class blast of a party to celebrate  drown their sorrows about turning 40.  It will be a lot of fun and a lot of other people we haven’t seen lately will be there as well.

Because it took us a while to arrange an overnight sitter, we were late making a hotel reservation.  As a result, the cheapest place that wasn’t either 20 miles outside the city or likely to be extremely scary, was for the bargain price of $299.  Before taxes.  For one frigging night.  Cough, cough, sputter, sputter.  We aren’t even going to be in the city for 24 hours.  On the other hand, with mr. jolt’s work schedule we haven’t had a date night since early September, so it should all even out in the end, right?  Right?