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Mr. Bill is in NY at BookExpo America for the rest of the week. I miss him muchly, and I'm sad that I didn't get to go. I would dearly love to see the city, but I'll have another chance next year when I'm not feeling so yucky all the time, and after hearing about his accommodations, I'm glad I didn't go.
BILL: The city's really cool, but our hotel is a dive.
ME: Really?
BILL: Yup.
ME: Like, "charmingly dilapidated" dive, or "they haven't washed all of the Winchester brothers' blood out, yet" dive?
BILL: Well, I haven't checked the mattress, yet, so...quite possibly the latter.
ME: Ew.
BILL: Yeah. When we are raking in thousands every day at the store, we're springing for the Marriott.
I think he feels bad for leaving me behind, because he offered to bring me Ursula Vernon home as a present. I don't think she's actually going to be there, just her new book, but it was a nice thought.
BILL: The city's really cool, but our hotel is a dive.
ME: Really?
BILL: Yup.
ME: Like, "charmingly dilapidated" dive, or "they haven't washed all of the Winchester brothers' blood out, yet" dive?
BILL: Well, I haven't checked the mattress, yet, so...quite possibly the latter.
ME: Ew.
BILL: Yeah. When we are raking in thousands every day at the store, we're springing for the Marriott.
I think he feels bad for leaving me behind, because he offered to bring me Ursula Vernon home as a present. I don't think she's actually going to be there, just her new book, but it was a nice thought.