My Halloween expectations greatly exceeded the reality of the situation. No one came to trick or treat, which leaves me to wonder, what happened to ALL that candy at the front desk. Every employee became suspect if I smelled chocolate on their breath. Hmmph. They could have at least left me something.
Last night I awaited the arrival of the Headless Horseman on the green in front of the hotel. A small crowd had gathered dressed appropriately in scary garb. I kept looking for someone to come galloping down the street with their cape billowing behind them in the forty mile an hour wind we were experiencing at the time. Instead, some young maiden led the horse in by the reins making the Headless Horseman look like he was on a pony ride. The horse was bored silly. The Headless Horseman looked silly. And the whole affair was nothing more than a disappointing photo op.
Can you believe two people on the block already have a lit Christmas tree in their living rooms? Does anyone remember when Christmas used to be a religious Holiday? Remember when folks used to wait until Christmas Eve to put up a tree? Next thing you know someone’s gonna have a computerized baby Jesus singing rap while the star of Bethlehem blinks on and off over the manger. Well, at least they can’t screw up Thanksgiving. Or, can they?
They have blocked off the convenient entrance to our parking deck in order to put in another building. What a pain in the arsmidoo. Now we have to exit on the opposite end of the hotel. It’s not like we’re exactly easy to find in the first place. Maybe it’s a good thing. If you give guests too many choices they get more confused.
It looks like I’m going to have to wring out the last drops of daylight this week since we’re turning the clocks back early Sunday morning. I do NOT like it when it gets dark at 5 p.m. If I’m not already out doing something, fat chance getting me to go back out at night. My pj’s start calling me to come get them by 7:30. I know I’m not alone in this. I don’t understand why we still observe this practice of changing the clocks when we’re no longer agrarian. But, then nobody asked me.
Last night I awaited the arrival of the Headless Horseman on the green in front of the hotel. A small crowd had gathered dressed appropriately in scary garb. I kept looking for someone to come galloping down the street with their cape billowing behind them in the forty mile an hour wind we were experiencing at the time. Instead, some young maiden led the horse in by the reins making the Headless Horseman look like he was on a pony ride. The horse was bored silly. The Headless Horseman looked silly. And the whole affair was nothing more than a disappointing photo op.
Can you believe two people on the block already have a lit Christmas tree in their living rooms? Does anyone remember when Christmas used to be a religious Holiday? Remember when folks used to wait until Christmas Eve to put up a tree? Next thing you know someone’s gonna have a computerized baby Jesus singing rap while the star of Bethlehem blinks on and off over the manger. Well, at least they can’t screw up Thanksgiving. Or, can they?
They have blocked off the convenient entrance to our parking deck in order to put in another building. What a pain in the arsmidoo. Now we have to exit on the opposite end of the hotel. It’s not like we’re exactly easy to find in the first place. Maybe it’s a good thing. If you give guests too many choices they get more confused.
It looks like I’m going to have to wring out the last drops of daylight this week since we’re turning the clocks back early Sunday morning. I do NOT like it when it gets dark at 5 p.m. If I’m not already out doing something, fat chance getting me to go back out at night. My pj’s start calling me to come get them by 7:30. I know I’m not alone in this. I don’t understand why we still observe this practice of changing the clocks when we’re no longer agrarian. But, then nobody asked me.