L.A. Part Two: There’s somebody sleeping in my bed. And he’s still there.

by Brittany on February 4, 2013

in Have Boobs Will Travel, Marriage, Sex, Travel

I get weird in hotels.

Under normal circumstances, in my home, I’m a germaphobe. I don’t use the upstairs bathroom because it perpetually smells like boy. I have my own orange juice in the fridge because I’m the only one who likes it extra pulpy, but also because I drink out of the bottle and don’t want anyone else’s mouth on it. When guests come over and they use the bathroom off my bedroom, which by the way is weird that you are in my bedroom but whatever, and they use my towels to dry their hands, I basically throw them in a pool of bleach and light them on fire. I’m not calling you dirty, I just like the towel dampness I feel to be my own.

But when I get into a hotel, the (sterile, rubber) gloves come off and the suspension of disbelief kicks on.  I willingly forget about the thousands of people who have slept in the bed, regretted bad decisions on the toilet, and passed out drunk in the tub. If I turned a black light on, would I find the sheets covered in hooker juice and fecal matter, probably. But, I don’t own a black light and that fluffy pube-lined robe has my name written all over it.

One of the perks of my career is travel, and I always try to bring Andy and the kiddos along as much as possible. It’s fun for them; the kids miss school but get to experience amazing new places, and Andy gets the pleasure of trying to have sex with me in a bed exactly adjacent to a bed of sleeping children. It’s like home, only with cleaner sheets.

I left for L.A. on a Wednesday, and this time due to schedules and appointments, travel companions were not in the cards, so leaving was a snotty mess. I don’t even wear make-up on travel days anymore, and I always try to leave at some insane time of the morning, so the kids are still asleep and I don’t traumatize everyone.

I just kiss them and whisper all creepy-like in their tiny ears, then squeeze Andy and remind him to keep the kids alive and to set the school/ballet/basketball/guitar lesson/dinner alarms. It’s not that I don’t trust him, it’s just that I don’t trust people who are not me.

In reality, it was probably for the best that I was going to L.A. alone. We had a super tight and jam packed shooting schedule with really long days and nights, and it would be easier for me to focus if I knew I didn’t have to wonder if Andy was going through my suitcase wondering why it’s packed full of shapewear and menstrual pads. I have no proof he does this, I just feel like maybe he would.

Despite that, I found myself missing him like crazy at 3am California Time under the top coverlet of my hotel bed. The one they never wash. I texted him but he was already at work, and busy, which was fine because I only had seven hours until I needed to be in the lobby, and I still needed to shower and watch 40 episodes of Law & Order (you know, the rapey one we all secretly love).

Late Friday afternoon, I was sitting in the back of our wood paneled station wagon on the way to Venice Beach when Andy texted me a picture.

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What is this a photo of?

A bar in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport.

WTF where are you!?

I’ll be there in six hours.

Well shit, I married myself a Ryan Gosling, y’all. So I did what I do best when I travel, and much like the sitting room couch I sprawled naked across that morning, I suspended the reality of how many businessmen had their hairy balls there before me and didn’t worry about how much a day-of ticket from Detroit to L.A. probably cost or where the hell our kids were, and instead, embraced the romantic gesture, full monty.

When I got back to the hotel around midnight, I walked into my room to find him fully dressed and sleeping on my side of the bed next to a room service tray, and for the second time in a month, I renewed my vows to him in my head and passed out beside him.

The next morning, we ate breakfast together at 4am and he told me about how he had a 13 hour travel day, and then his bag didn’t come in on his plane (he checked it because he’s still apparently nervous about people seeing lube and vibrators on the x-ray screen, it’s adorable), and then he couldn’t find a cab. So much trouble for the pleasure of sitting in a hotel room waiting for me to come back from shooting.

So why did you come, do you not trust me around all these famous people?

Not even a little.

I knew it.

And there are less fees when I just withdraw your bail money directly from an ATM as opposed to having to wire it.

Makes sense, at least one of us is fiscally responsible in this relationship.

Seriously, I see you have been drinking and eating food from the mini bar, and you ordered a 24 hour block of porn, I mean… what have you been doing in this hotel room you needed 24 hours of porn?

Actually, porn is cheaper when you buy in bulk. I’m surprised you didn’t know that.

He changed my flight home to his airline, and upgraded our tickets to first class, something I superstitiously never do, even when it’s free, because I’m paranoid God will think I’m greedy and smite my plane into a mountain. But, when other people do it for me, I’m sure it’s fine.

While first class sounds like a grand gesture, it was really just a smart business decision. I mean, alcohol is free up there and the upgrade is way cheaper than the in-flight bar tab to get me home would have been.

 

LouisianaMeredith February 4, 2013 at 10:03 am

Andy freaking rocks!

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:34 pm

He mostly does:)

MommyNamedApril February 4, 2013 at 10:06 am

Ridiculously sweet. But where the hell did he stash the kids?

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:34 pm

With my mother. Thank god.

Kate February 4, 2013 at 10:08 am

How adorable. And, more importantly, can I request a tshirt, possibly in navy, with the words, ” It’s not that I don’t trust him, it’s just that I don’t trust people who are not me” printed on it?” Because, seriously. No one will do it as well as me.

Mary February 4, 2013 at 10:27 am

Best.Line.EVAH!

Jennifer February 4, 2013 at 12:12 pm

Yep, best line ever….we definitely need those tees printed up!!

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:35 pm

Done. And I love that you said Navy, because it’s my new favorite color.

Kate February 7, 2013 at 12:51 pm

Yay!

DeltaJuliet February 6, 2013 at 1:36 pm

I see all us women appreciated that line :)

Nelly February 4, 2013 at 10:21 am

That is seriously cute!

I am such a travel novice and have hardly been anywhere, but last week I got to go to Groningen (in The Netherlands) with work, I was super nervous and may have sobbed while watching Seinfeld dubbed into Dutch in my hotel on the first night.

However, when I flew back I got off the plane and my lovely boyfriend was waiting for me in arrivals, it was exactly like Love Actually.

Who needs flowers eh?

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:36 pm

That is EXACTLY like Love, Actually. And I have to ask, did you love the Netherlands? My uncle and cousin live there, and it’s beautiful.

Nelly February 8, 2013 at 10:47 am

I didn’t get to see much except the one small town we stayed in and lots of fields from a train window. But what I did see was gorgeous!

Living in the UK I should really visit more often, its just an hour on a plane or a short ferry ride away!

Adria February 4, 2013 at 10:50 am

I love your marriage.

I feel the need to tell you I’m totally baffled by the suspension of reality thing because I’m the exact opposite of you in that regard, apparently. Not a germophobe at all at home (my house is clean and I know where the messes came from if not) but I take my own sheets to hotels and never go barefoot in them.

Adria February 4, 2013 at 10:58 am

Then again, this may have something to do with the fact that I am poor and only stay in horrible cheap hotels.

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:41 pm

I’ve stayed in hotels during road trips that would make a trucker blush, and there I am, open mouth and drooling on a moist pillow.

Tawny February 4, 2013 at 11:03 am

It is gestures like this, that remind you that yes you did marry the one.

Love when that happens.

Angel February 4, 2013 at 11:06 am

Good job Andy! B- I hope your lady parts aren’t hurting or anything. Mine would totally be mad at me right now. ;)

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:41 pm

They were numb for, like, three days. Peeing IN the toilet was a disaster.

jaclyn @ www.lilmsadventures.blogspot.com February 4, 2013 at 11:17 am

aww what an amazing hubs!!! xoxo

Gracie B February 4, 2013 at 11:40 am

I laughed so hard at this. My husband does this shit all the time. Constantly checking on me. Especially during girls night out. Where the booze flows and I loose what little tact I have left.
xoxo
Gracie B
http://littlemisswhisk.blogspot.com/

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:42 pm

Right? He could have saved himself the ticket money and just followed me on Instagram.

meleah rebeccah February 4, 2013 at 3:15 pm

You and Andy are my favorite couple, ever!

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:42 pm

Thank you!

wendy February 4, 2013 at 9:10 pm

I just love the two of you! Y’all rock!! BTW..I used to think the way you did about first class. Lol..However, my X worked for a major airline and we flew first class all the time! I figured we were safe …I mean most of the time they just gave it to us! Who was I to say no…lololol. ; 0)

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:43 pm

OK this is making me feel better. Now the question is, how do I get it more often?

KellyS February 5, 2013 at 3:33 pm

Love you. Love Andy. Love your kids. Love your post about your mother-in-law pooping on your carpet. But this? This post. Oh, I love it so much I just want to hug it and love it and squeeze it all over. *note – that sounded way less creepy in my head*

Just saying you are very sweet and beautiful and funny and your husband is very quiet but shines so bright when he does something for you.

What is up his sleeve for Valentines Day? ;)

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:44 pm

Thank you!

Oh good question, I feel like I need to up my Valentine’s game for him, no?

stephanie February 6, 2013 at 11:22 am

I would also like one of those shirts, because no one does it like the mama.
Side note: I read the little City mag with you on THE COVER!! I was all I totally know her, in an I read your blog and wanna drink lots with her kind of way.. YAY you!

Brittany February 6, 2013 at 1:44 pm

Dude, next time we do a movie night, you must come! It’s ALWAYS open invitation!

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