A few months ago, an email chain started circulating amongst some of my college friends.
The topic: our 10 year reunion. What? Somehow, I had been in denial about the fact that ten years had passed from college graduation. However, there it was, typed on the computer screen in front of me, staring me in the face.
The plan: to spend a weekend in the Phoenix area.
After some research on all of our parts, the overwhelming response from Phoenix/Scottsdale locals and travelers alike was to stay at the W Scottsdale.
The beautiful W Scottsdale:
Isn’t she pretty?
I had never stayed at a W before and wasn’t sure what to expect, but I did know that it going to be ultra trendy, sleek and a very happening spot. It was also in the best location with an amazing pool. A far cry from my daily life as a mom of a 2 year old!
Amazingly, 6 gals out of the original 8 on the email committed to being there. One of the missing two lives in Sydney, Australia, so travel was tricky and the other missing gal was finishing up an extreme 200 hours of yoga teacher training that weekend. Ouch.
So, preparations were under way for a fabulous weekend. Now we just had to wait . . .