But sometimes I pretend I live in hotels, like Eloise did.
On this Sunday night I'm writing from somewhere near...Wisconsin I want to say? It's blowing snow outside. I'm staying in a suite, with a kitchen in it, just like a rock star! In fact, I'd go totally rock star and destroy the whole place for the fun of it, but that would be really disrespectful to the people who would have to clean it up. This place has a pool, and a hot tub which is currently in need of repairs, and I have a bath tub, and a bed so big that I can sleep at any orientation I'd like. Tonight: diagonal. Tomorrow: who knows!
I'm in the Midwest and the sky is the limit!
Now it's night time, and I play the game of Melina vs. Hotel
Speaking of rock stars, my sister opened for Taj Majal last night. Mother fucking Taj Majal. And then my mom was all, "Oh, yes, your dad and I hung out with Taj this morning, we were in the same hotel, he thought your sister was very talented!"
It is february 3rd, the year of our lord 2103, and we seem to all be doing pretty well.
(Hey by the way, whenever I travel I respond to every comment left on the blog. So go ahead, introduce yourself!)