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.
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.
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
On the padded cloth wall of a computer/work carrel on the E concourse at the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport. Definite “intent to wipe” as evidenced by fingerprints.
DNA on the comforter of the Detroit St. Regis, courtesy of the lovely and talented Dana Lundon from WDVD. She bunked here during a recent blizzard to be close to the station. How can you NOT love women named Dana who take photos of stuff like this (and way worse) in hotel rooms?
The Holiday Inn, Crabtree Valley Mall in Raleigh, with a puked out elevator, courtesy of an airline industry employee.
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