tucked.
Y'ALL, I LOVE THIS HOTEL.
Okay, so they didn't have E!, which made me sad yesterday, but today all is forgiven. First of all, I slept like a dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaam last night, to the point where, after going to bed late, I woke up a half hour early before dozing for another half hour and then getting up, well-rested and ready to go. The shower was wonderful, spacious, and nice and hot. Then, after a full day of conference sessions and networking, I got up here and dropped a few things off. The beds were turned down and the towels were taken away, as expected. And really, that's one of the little joys of staying in a hotel; things are just taken care of.
I went down for a cocktail hour and out to get some wine for tonight (a bottle of questionable rose, ruh-roh), and when I got back, I was a little thrown off to find the television on. It was set to the "Turndown" channel, a channel with nature scenes set to really wonderful classical music, and when I tried to figure out what the hell they'd changed, I realized they'd fixed up the bed, and left me with (wait for it) a bucket of ice. maggiesox and leethaithbetht, y'all know how this makes my little heart pitter-pat with glee. Ice! For the whole damn night! Eeeee! God, it's the little things, isn't it?
NOW, POLL. Should I order room service? I'm stuck here for a while to check email, and I can't decide if it's a good idea or not (or, really, if I can rationalize it). I didn't have ANY dinner last night (according to my receipts and whatnot), so it's not like it's breaking the bank. HALP, GENTLEFOLK.
Okay, so they didn't have E!, which made me sad yesterday, but today all is forgiven. First of all, I slept like a dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaam last night, to the point where, after going to bed late, I woke up a half hour early before dozing for another half hour and then getting up, well-rested and ready to go. The shower was wonderful, spacious, and nice and hot. Then, after a full day of conference sessions and networking, I got up here and dropped a few things off. The beds were turned down and the towels were taken away, as expected. And really, that's one of the little joys of staying in a hotel; things are just taken care of.
I went down for a cocktail hour and out to get some wine for tonight (a bottle of questionable rose, ruh-roh), and when I got back, I was a little thrown off to find the television on. It was set to the "Turndown" channel, a channel with nature scenes set to really wonderful classical music, and when I tried to figure out what the hell they'd changed, I realized they'd fixed up the bed, and left me with (wait for it) a bucket of ice. maggiesox and leethaithbetht, y'all know how this makes my little heart pitter-pat with glee. Ice! For the whole damn night! Eeeee! God, it's the little things, isn't it?
NOW, POLL. Should I order room service? I'm stuck here for a while to check email, and I can't decide if it's a good idea or not (or, really, if I can rationalize it). I didn't have ANY dinner last night (according to my receipts and whatnot), so it's not like it's breaking the bank. HALP, GENTLEFOLK.