Mine. MINE. ALL MINE!!!
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.
*never tease someone who is dieting* *never tease someone who is dieting* *never tease...
Heh. That made me think of you. Enjoy.
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.
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.
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.
With all due respect and all that other stuff: Go home and sleep with your husband, Kate.
I think your mini holiday is fabulous. Enjoy it.
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.
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.
I shouldn’t laugh, I know… but this did make me laugh and go “awwww” simultaneously. Sorry about the hangover!
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!