I’d say I’m back to normal now except there are those who might take exception with any definition that would assign me the term normal. For awhile I was wondering what normal used to feel like. The medicine that made me loopy and sleepy is over, and so is the antibiotic. While I await the results of further testing, I am considering myself cured.
Hooray.
Things are also back to normal here, which means we have returned to slinging insults. We have a new employee working at the front desk during the day. I have not as yet assigned a name to her, but hot tamale comes to mind. She’s a real looker…ask Confidante’s seven year old son. He dropped me like a hot potato Sunday when the new girl came to work. Was I insulted? Well...YES. Okay, so he’s seven…short attention span, whatever. Did SHE play with him for four hours, though? NO. She didn’t have to. I think it
was her boobs… and, her hair. And, the fact that she’s 21 and very pretty. It seems like boys are maturing and getting more observant earlier than they used to. I’m glad now that I didn’t let him win at pool.
So, did you honestly think that buttering us up at the front desk with your chumminess was going to get you out of paying a fine for sneaking smoking in your room; like sticking your butts in a bottle was going to save you. I guess the signs all over the hotel didn’t pertain to you. You’re special, right?
We’re entering into our slow week with Thanksgiving and all, but we’re booked solid already for New Year’s Eve. Last year was a blast here. This year promises to be just as
wild.
Already the street is lit with white Christmas lights in the trees and stores. I think it’s pushing it a little, but with the recession and all, I guess folks needed a jump on enjoying the festiveness of the season. Now that I think of it, I used to start decorating for the Holidays the day after Thanksgiving, so I guess a week earlier isn’t such a big deal.
The Chef has been on a roll with expanding his culinary skills. Every night there are different specials at the bar. I can’t seem to get away from the wings. I miss the crab cakes. Apparently, I was the only one ordering them, and God only knows, I have no sway
here.
I’ve been here so long I’ve earned VIP status. I have no idea what that means, but I do know no one’s going to bring me breakfast in bed now. Nor, am I going to see any crab cakes. I guess it stands for Very Ignored Person.
Hooray.
Things are also back to normal here, which means we have returned to slinging insults. We have a new employee working at the front desk during the day. I have not as yet assigned a name to her, but hot tamale comes to mind. She’s a real looker…ask Confidante’s seven year old son. He dropped me like a hot potato Sunday when the new girl came to work. Was I insulted? Well...YES. Okay, so he’s seven…short attention span, whatever. Did SHE play with him for four hours, though? NO. She didn’t have to. I think it
was her boobs… and, her hair. And, the fact that she’s 21 and very pretty. It seems like boys are maturing and getting more observant earlier than they used to. I’m glad now that I didn’t let him win at pool.
So, did you honestly think that buttering us up at the front desk with your chumminess was going to get you out of paying a fine for sneaking smoking in your room; like sticking your butts in a bottle was going to save you. I guess the signs all over the hotel didn’t pertain to you. You’re special, right?
We’re entering into our slow week with Thanksgiving and all, but we’re booked solid already for New Year’s Eve. Last year was a blast here. This year promises to be just as
wild.
Already the street is lit with white Christmas lights in the trees and stores. I think it’s pushing it a little, but with the recession and all, I guess folks needed a jump on enjoying the festiveness of the season. Now that I think of it, I used to start decorating for the Holidays the day after Thanksgiving, so I guess a week earlier isn’t such a big deal.
The Chef has been on a roll with expanding his culinary skills. Every night there are different specials at the bar. I can’t seem to get away from the wings. I miss the crab cakes. Apparently, I was the only one ordering them, and God only knows, I have no sway
here.
I’ve been here so long I’ve earned VIP status. I have no idea what that means, but I do know no one’s going to bring me breakfast in bed now. Nor, am I going to see any crab cakes. I guess it stands for Very Ignored Person.