Happy New Year to all my readers! The holidays are finally behind us, and hopefully we have returned to a semblance of sanity. I know I have. My brains finally returned on Christmas morning, and no they were not a gift from Santa Claus. After one very long and trying allergic reaction to five weeks of varying antibiotics, the last one finally left my
system on Christmas day. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped one day early so that I could enjoy Christmas dinner with my daughter and son-in-law. Two days later, I was able to announce it was finally out of my system by sliding up to the front desk and declaring, “I’M BACK!!” Confidante and Squid had apparently gotten rusty because I was allowed the opportunity to get in several zingers when their guard was down.
The highlight of my holiday was a week visit with my fourteen month-old granddaughter. Yes, the 411 guest has spawned at least one daughter who has provided me with a little angel. She kept me on my toes for three days. Actually she kept me floating with joy. She already knows what to do with a cell phone: mine. In addition to the short cut she managed to program and the pictures of the floor and sofa she took; will the person she called in China who couldn’t understand her babbling please excuse the interruption.
The hotel remained as dead as a doornail throughout the week between Christmas and New Years. And, then…on New Year’s Eve, Gay Richmond, Virginia held their annual bash at our hotel. Personally, and since I’m not a member my opinion doesn’t hold weight, I felt it paled in comparison to last year’s party. Last year, the food and drinks were set apart from the rest of the lobby in our conference room. The highlight was the self-serve hors d’oeuvres which were strategically placed on palm fronds. The palms fronds served as “fig leafs” on the lower parts of the two naked males lying on separate tables. You had to
fork your food onto your plate by taking it from their privates. Unfortunately, I believe they caught pneumonia lying there for several hours because they did not come back this year. Either that, or someone stabbed a little too forcibly with their fork.
The entire layout for the party didn’t work as efficiently this year, and there was too much going on around the front desk making for chaos and confusion. The strangest thing happening around the front desk was the drag queen with the thin, shapely legs. I thought to myself,“There’s something wrong with this picture.” Legs like those should not have been wasted on a man. I could have used them myself. Anyway, since I had to get up the next morning at 6:30 I decided to call it an early night. I was asleep by 11:30, but not for long. At 12:25 I was rudely awakened by the fire alarm going off. I WAS NOT GOING DOWNSTAIRS IN MY PAJAMAS WITH EVERYONE ELSE DRESSED TO THE NINES. So, I just stayed where I was, pulled the sheets over my head and hoped it was another false alarm, which it was. And, that was how I rang in 2012.
system on Christmas day. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped one day early so that I could enjoy Christmas dinner with my daughter and son-in-law. Two days later, I was able to announce it was finally out of my system by sliding up to the front desk and declaring, “I’M BACK!!” Confidante and Squid had apparently gotten rusty because I was allowed the opportunity to get in several zingers when their guard was down.
The highlight of my holiday was a week visit with my fourteen month-old granddaughter. Yes, the 411 guest has spawned at least one daughter who has provided me with a little angel. She kept me on my toes for three days. Actually she kept me floating with joy. She already knows what to do with a cell phone: mine. In addition to the short cut she managed to program and the pictures of the floor and sofa she took; will the person she called in China who couldn’t understand her babbling please excuse the interruption.
The hotel remained as dead as a doornail throughout the week between Christmas and New Years. And, then…on New Year’s Eve, Gay Richmond, Virginia held their annual bash at our hotel. Personally, and since I’m not a member my opinion doesn’t hold weight, I felt it paled in comparison to last year’s party. Last year, the food and drinks were set apart from the rest of the lobby in our conference room. The highlight was the self-serve hors d’oeuvres which were strategically placed on palm fronds. The palms fronds served as “fig leafs” on the lower parts of the two naked males lying on separate tables. You had to
fork your food onto your plate by taking it from their privates. Unfortunately, I believe they caught pneumonia lying there for several hours because they did not come back this year. Either that, or someone stabbed a little too forcibly with their fork.
The entire layout for the party didn’t work as efficiently this year, and there was too much going on around the front desk making for chaos and confusion. The strangest thing happening around the front desk was the drag queen with the thin, shapely legs. I thought to myself,“There’s something wrong with this picture.” Legs like those should not have been wasted on a man. I could have used them myself. Anyway, since I had to get up the next morning at 6:30 I decided to call it an early night. I was asleep by 11:30, but not for long. At 12:25 I was rudely awakened by the fire alarm going off. I WAS NOT GOING DOWNSTAIRS IN MY PAJAMAS WITH EVERYONE ELSE DRESSED TO THE NINES. So, I just stayed where I was, pulled the sheets over my head and hoped it was another false alarm, which it was. And, that was how I rang in 2012.