Snot Spot

Snot Spot

This is what I get for giving up after two hours of waiting in the lobby and asking for “A room. ANY room.” This would be a pencil eraser sized blob of snot on the wall. Somewhere on International Drive, Orlando, July 2011.

 

Hair

So my client asked me this morning, “How’s the hotel? Not going to show up on that Facebook thing you do, is it?” I said no, that it’s great and moderately swanky. I just moved my pillow and the bed spread is covered with 1-2 inch semi curly dark head hair. Not mine. This is my third night in the hotel too.

Lesson Of The Day: housekeeping will OFTEN miss behind the bathroom door. Non-cranial hair.

 

6/22/11

The Hotel Albuquerque.

 

Rorsarch Tryst

Rorsarch Tryst

I call this Rorsarch Tryst. I see….a sad clown on a sunny day…a squirrel with a basket heading to market…my mom….President Woodrow Wilson…my mom…and the guy who played “Rick” on Magnum PI. You? A Holiday Inn in Ottawa.

 

White Spot

White Spot

To paraphrase William H. Macy’s character from “Wag The Dog”: I know there are three things to be true – there is no such thing as good flan, there is no war in Albania, and there is never such a thing as a good white crusty spot next to a hotel bed. To this, Marky Mark would most assuredly add, “Word!” A Best Western in Ontario

 

Drink list

Drink list

Drink list from Drai’s rooftop bar, W Hotel – Hollywood. (I bought two of each and charged it to the douchebag on the chaise to my right)