Happy first day of summer. It’s now legal for you to wear white.
I’ve been thinking of how far this hotel has come in working out its construction kinks during the past year. I remember they had a problem regulating the hot and cold water. Then there was a problem with the air conditioning. And, oh boy was there a problem with the fire alarm system. We celebrated our own version of the Fourth of July one evening, and come to think of it, it WAS the Fourth of July when it happened. I was in bed and already in a deep sleep when the alarm went off. This is a piercingly loud and shrill siren
accompanied by the usual recording which instructs you to evacuate and not use the elevators. The voice was indistinguishable from the one used in car alarms telling you to back away from the car. Anyway, everyone piled out from two exits on either side of the building. I had grabbed the most valuable things to me, my laptop and my purse. I also grabbed my jeans and a jacket, and put them on. When I got outside, there were already people standing and sitting on the curb in front of the hotel. Fortunately for us, this little experiment in inconvenience occurred on a warm summer night. Most had come down in pajamas and some of the men, in boxer shorts which was too much information for the rest of us. The fire trucks rolled up, and within five minutes left as fast as they had come. We were told it was a false alarm and to go back to our rooms. An hour later, at 2 a.m.
the alarm went off again. I could hear doors opening and people talking in the hallway. I opened my door to see if anyone was going to go downstairs, but apparently, not. We all must have decided to go back to bed. The alarm eventually stopped. We fell asleep. I have now forgotten how many times the alarm went off between 2 and 4 a.m. that morning, but I can tell you there was a mob scene of angry guests downstairs at the front desk demanding their rooms be comped for the night. No one got any sleep. Not one of the hotel's more profitable days.
I must warn Peeping Tom, the flying ant to be on the lookout for the PestMasters truck parked on the street. He’s on his way back to Richmond from his unexpected trip to the Florida Keys. I had to wire him money to fly home on account of his wing not being quite healed. I want to see what he bought while he was down there that cost me two extra bags.
Poor Confidante is still struggling with the wisdom tooth he hit hard with his electric toothbrush. It broke and is now trying to work its way out of his gums. He’s determined to wiggle it out himself in spite of the fact that it’s still hanging there. I’m wondering if this will affect his pool game whenever it does come out. If that’s where he stores his pool playing tips, then I hope it falls out real soon.
I discovered I’d received my first retweet today from someone who read this blog on my website. Thank you! I’m glad somebody’s looking at it.
I’ve been thinking of how far this hotel has come in working out its construction kinks during the past year. I remember they had a problem regulating the hot and cold water. Then there was a problem with the air conditioning. And, oh boy was there a problem with the fire alarm system. We celebrated our own version of the Fourth of July one evening, and come to think of it, it WAS the Fourth of July when it happened. I was in bed and already in a deep sleep when the alarm went off. This is a piercingly loud and shrill siren
accompanied by the usual recording which instructs you to evacuate and not use the elevators. The voice was indistinguishable from the one used in car alarms telling you to back away from the car. Anyway, everyone piled out from two exits on either side of the building. I had grabbed the most valuable things to me, my laptop and my purse. I also grabbed my jeans and a jacket, and put them on. When I got outside, there were already people standing and sitting on the curb in front of the hotel. Fortunately for us, this little experiment in inconvenience occurred on a warm summer night. Most had come down in pajamas and some of the men, in boxer shorts which was too much information for the rest of us. The fire trucks rolled up, and within five minutes left as fast as they had come. We were told it was a false alarm and to go back to our rooms. An hour later, at 2 a.m.
the alarm went off again. I could hear doors opening and people talking in the hallway. I opened my door to see if anyone was going to go downstairs, but apparently, not. We all must have decided to go back to bed. The alarm eventually stopped. We fell asleep. I have now forgotten how many times the alarm went off between 2 and 4 a.m. that morning, but I can tell you there was a mob scene of angry guests downstairs at the front desk demanding their rooms be comped for the night. No one got any sleep. Not one of the hotel's more profitable days.
I must warn Peeping Tom, the flying ant to be on the lookout for the PestMasters truck parked on the street. He’s on his way back to Richmond from his unexpected trip to the Florida Keys. I had to wire him money to fly home on account of his wing not being quite healed. I want to see what he bought while he was down there that cost me two extra bags.
Poor Confidante is still struggling with the wisdom tooth he hit hard with his electric toothbrush. It broke and is now trying to work its way out of his gums. He’s determined to wiggle it out himself in spite of the fact that it’s still hanging there. I’m wondering if this will affect his pool game whenever it does come out. If that’s where he stores his pool playing tips, then I hope it falls out real soon.
I discovered I’d received my first retweet today from someone who read this blog on my website. Thank you! I’m glad somebody’s looking at it.