Cabin fever had already driven me to the brink of delirium well before #SnowJam2014 slammed into my southern city, Atlanta. On that fateful night of January 28th, as my bedraggled husband collapsed into bed after opting to trudge a few miles through the snow rather than remain in his car a moment longer, I served him a hot toddy and declared, “Hun, we need a weekend away, PRONTO!”
Our February wedding anniversary was approaching, the stars aligned and the childcare gods smiled, so we began a quest for last-minute travel plans within our budget … Oh, the budget. Always the boil on Cupid’s butt. With all the scheduling logistics falling into place, I thought for certain the pesky budget would be the piece of this puzzle lost in the sofa. Recently, though, I’d received some PR info about a hotel booking site called TravelPony and decided to check it out, as the lure of prices lower than those found on any other travel site out there was too tempting to overlook (yes, lower than the big boys: Priceline, Orbitz, Hotwire, Expedia, etc).