This has been one jumpin’ weekend at the hotel. Friday and Saturday nights each had a private party held in the lobby which included a lot of loud music. I’m always glad I don’t have one of the corner rooms which would put a guest directly over our lobby and the pub below it. Somebody should have thought about that when they designed the hotel. But,
they didn’t, so it is what it is.
The lacrosse teams have come and gone. Not as good as I’d hoped, but not as bad as I feared, either. My MP3 player and ear buds were never far from my pillow. I’m told they won’t be booking anymore large sports teams. Yea rah. They present a veritable cleaning nightmare from stuff tracked in on their shoes to spills, garbage, etc. Not much in the way of profit considering damage control.
At least they didn’t walk around with a dog in a baby carriage. Since I’d seen this guest here before pushing the dog around, I assumed it was paralyzed, or something. No. She just likes to baby her dog. Okay. I think I’d be a little embarrassed to be seen pushing my dog in a carriage, but apparently she isn’t, so who am I to criticize? I wonder if she holds it over the toilet too.
Yesterday I went to see the last Harry Potter movie. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and somehow managed to keep from crying at the sad parts. It was already sad enough for me, to think it’s the last we’ll see of the three from Hogwarts. Kind of like high school graduation when you know you’ll never see your friends again. It was a Peter Pan moment for me. I can’t go back to Neverneverland and now I have to grow up… in a world without magic. Who wants that? Not me.
I’ve come up with a new way to classify marriages based on my observations with couples getting out of their cars. I would imagine the most successful ones would be the couples who get out simultaneously, or sometimes with the man opening his mate’s door. Couples with small children tend to disperse simultaneously around to the trunk and sides to let kids out and open strollers, etc. It’s always a tip off when you see a woman walk off ahead of a man, especially crossing the street, and leave him to lock up the car. You could wait a sec.
I haven’t seen Peeping Tom lately. I wonder what he’s up to. Not much, I would imagine; considering how low he is to the ground. Still, he could have called. He’s probably busy with Lucy. He never paid me back for the extra baggage fee when he flew back from the Keys. He’s as goosey as Lucy. They make a great pair.
they didn’t, so it is what it is.
The lacrosse teams have come and gone. Not as good as I’d hoped, but not as bad as I feared, either. My MP3 player and ear buds were never far from my pillow. I’m told they won’t be booking anymore large sports teams. Yea rah. They present a veritable cleaning nightmare from stuff tracked in on their shoes to spills, garbage, etc. Not much in the way of profit considering damage control.
At least they didn’t walk around with a dog in a baby carriage. Since I’d seen this guest here before pushing the dog around, I assumed it was paralyzed, or something. No. She just likes to baby her dog. Okay. I think I’d be a little embarrassed to be seen pushing my dog in a carriage, but apparently she isn’t, so who am I to criticize? I wonder if she holds it over the toilet too.
Yesterday I went to see the last Harry Potter movie. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and somehow managed to keep from crying at the sad parts. It was already sad enough for me, to think it’s the last we’ll see of the three from Hogwarts. Kind of like high school graduation when you know you’ll never see your friends again. It was a Peter Pan moment for me. I can’t go back to Neverneverland and now I have to grow up… in a world without magic. Who wants that? Not me.
I’ve come up with a new way to classify marriages based on my observations with couples getting out of their cars. I would imagine the most successful ones would be the couples who get out simultaneously, or sometimes with the man opening his mate’s door. Couples with small children tend to disperse simultaneously around to the trunk and sides to let kids out and open strollers, etc. It’s always a tip off when you see a woman walk off ahead of a man, especially crossing the street, and leave him to lock up the car. You could wait a sec.
I haven’t seen Peeping Tom lately. I wonder what he’s up to. Not much, I would imagine; considering how low he is to the ground. Still, he could have called. He’s probably busy with Lucy. He never paid me back for the extra baggage fee when he flew back from the Keys. He’s as goosey as Lucy. They make a great pair.