I’m here. I’m unpacked. The door is locked and the “Do Not Disturb” sign is there to warn everyone away. I’ve got a glass of La Crema to hand. The TV is not blaring. The air-conditioner most definitely is. The hotel’s Wi-Fi is smokin’ fast. Speaking of smoking: I can’t remember the last time I was able to light up in an air-conditioned room and puff away.
The bed is absolute heaven: five very thick pillows and a neck roll perfect for late night reading, which I intend to do quite a bit of for the next two nights. I’ve brought along a stack of paperbacks picked willy-nilly from my “unread” bookshelf, and if they bore me I guess I’ll just have to work on writing my own.
Meanwhile, the alarm clock doubles as an iPod charger and player, so I’ve got Velvet Underground blasting. Since I’ve got a corner suite, there’s only one room I could possibly disturb with my music, and the woman at the check-in counter says it’s not even booked. Life just took a turn for the better, I’d say.
Unfortunately, it turns out the hotel’s free Happy Hour isn’t exactly an all-you-can-drink affair: there’s a limit of four. But, hey, four martinis is a damn fine start.
First, though, I’m in dire need of a nap.
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August 10, 2007 at 3:33 pm
Heh. That made me think of you. Enjoy.
August 10, 2007 at 3:38 pm
LOL. Honest, I plan to do some writing. I have to. This is a rather pricey suite. And did I mention there were two bouquets of white flowers waiting along with two bottles of my favorite wine?
It’s my version of the Van Halen M&M clause. I called the hotel last night to submit my request. A hotel that forgets such things is one that’s likely to forget, say, the importance of cleaning shower curtains and sinks, not to mention bedspreads.
August 10, 2007 at 7:53 pm
I admit to a twinge of jealousy, but I’m a big girl and can say… I’m glad you’re getting some time alone. You deserve it.
August 10, 2007 at 8:26 pm
Thanks, Chelle. I’ve been reading about everyone else’s lunches with friends, hair appointments and trips to Grandma’s and thinking, “Well, hay-ulll… I don’t get those!” Been jealous for a long time. But while I have a chance to binge on “alone time” I’m gonna take it… and let me tell you right now it’s as lovely as September’s oyster.
August 11, 2007 at 12:08 am
With all due respect and all that other stuff: Go home and sleep with your husband, Kate.
August 11, 2007 at 8:04 am
I think your mini holiday is fabulous. Enjoy it.
August 11, 2007 at 12:26 pm
Ah, well since my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth due to this horrible, horrible hangover, I probably forgot that other people keep theirs in their cheeks.
Sorry about that.
August 11, 2007 at 12:49 pm
Well, the hangover was definitely worth it. But you’d think by now I’d remember not to ever, ever have wine before martinis. Ugh!
August 11, 2007 at 12:23 pm
I think you took my blog entry without the obligatory tongue in the cheek for which I am known. Sorry if I offended. It was meant in jest. I thought you’d know that by now.
August 11, 2007 at 12:35 pm
I shouldn’t laugh, I know… but this did make me laugh and go “awwww” simultaneously. Sorry about the hangover!