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Hayden asked me to marry him. He's one silly Brit, I tell you. We're having the ceremony on the Tube, of course.
Tonight, something very shifty happened at my hotel. You see, this middle-aged (father-looking) man came in and checked into two rooms right across the hall from one another. Nothing unusual here, considering that I assumed he was with family because when my sisters and I were in highschool, dad used to get us our own hotel room when out of town. Ah, but then he comes back in with three gentlemen. They. Were. Lovely. College-aged, punk-runk, delightful. They went straight to their rooms and were not to be hard from again.
Alright, call me a stalker, but I was in a strange mood tonight. I told the girl I was working with that they looked like they might be in a band and perhaps the man was their manager or one of their dads. I even went up to their rooms to see if anything like music was going on, but silence. SILENCE. Bedtime at 8pm? Come now. So, I look up their registration and see that they're driving a 12 passenger van and head on out with my security gaurd and we have a peek. Yep. Guitars. I'm so good at spotting musicians.
Anyway, I guess it wasn't so much shifty of them as it was of me but it seemed strange that a band on the road would check into two NON-SMOKING rooms and not even utilize the pub. That, and why TWO rooms? There were only four of them and their were two queen beds in each room. Seriously. That homo-phobic? I love that. Girls would all pile into one bed and call it a night for a cheaper rate. We're so thrifty.
The moral of this story is that I stuck a sticky note to their door saying good morning and my number and, naturally, my myspace link.
I'm one wild fun time, I tell you.
Tonight, something very shifty happened at my hotel. You see, this middle-aged (father-looking) man came in and checked into two rooms right across the hall from one another. Nothing unusual here, considering that I assumed he was with family because when my sisters and I were in highschool, dad used to get us our own hotel room when out of town. Ah, but then he comes back in with three gentlemen. They. Were. Lovely. College-aged, punk-runk, delightful. They went straight to their rooms and were not to be hard from again.
Alright, call me a stalker, but I was in a strange mood tonight. I told the girl I was working with that they looked like they might be in a band and perhaps the man was their manager or one of their dads. I even went up to their rooms to see if anything like music was going on, but silence. SILENCE. Bedtime at 8pm? Come now. So, I look up their registration and see that they're driving a 12 passenger van and head on out with my security gaurd and we have a peek. Yep. Guitars. I'm so good at spotting musicians.
Anyway, I guess it wasn't so much shifty of them as it was of me but it seemed strange that a band on the road would check into two NON-SMOKING rooms and not even utilize the pub. That, and why TWO rooms? There were only four of them and their were two queen beds in each room. Seriously. That homo-phobic? I love that. Girls would all pile into one bed and call it a night for a cheaper rate. We're so thrifty.
The moral of this story is that I stuck a sticky note to their door saying good morning and my number and, naturally, my myspace link.
I'm one wild fun time, I tell you.