My brother cracks me up. I get a call from him at 6:30. "So you're at a conference, huh?" "How'd you know!?!!" "Dude, you always call me at dinnertime from conferences..."
I swear, his favorite thing about conferences is being able to stay in swank hotels and load up on free soaps and shampoos. I get to hear all about the flatscreen in
the shower!
And the sink that costs more than his car and the free food and the ducks in the bar fountain and... It's really funny. Oh, and all the crazy people."Um, you do know you are the guy who acquired an audience while chasing a squirrel outside a parking garage. "
ducks in the bar fountain
So, he's in the Peabody in Memphis? Or was that a different trip?
He's actually in Orlando at a brain tumor thing.
Is the Peabody that place with an indoor river and practically a small town? Because I think he's been there, though not for a conference. Though that may have been a place Nashville....
The boy loves his swank hotels.
who DOESN'T love swank hotels?!
Me. I think they contribute to the inevitable fall of the American empire.
Hey--Kat, still up for me to visit tomorrow morning? I have to be back on my side of the hill by 1, so what time is good for you?
Yep. Anytime after 7:00 AM is good.
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even if you're non-swank hotel lovingness is downright odd.
I think they contribute to the inevitable fall of the American empire.
Well, that tallish dirty blond over there screaming "Viva la revolucion!" as he swigs his sam adams and shovels food from the hotel buffet onto his plate? The one taking pictures of ducks at the bar?
That's my brother.
Well, if it's inevitable...
Oh, I was just kidding. Swank hotels are okay. Been a while, though. I think The Hudson was the last one.
Watching Daybreak. I read somewhere that it had been advertised as a finite series--what did they say?
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Well, if it's inevitable...
Then it's all about how soon.
I got an Uncommon Goods catalog. They have neat stuff. However, the key-keepers that are the man or woman cutouts like on a bathroom sign? Where the key goes in at crotch level? Just kind of freak me out.