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Monday, November 14, 2005 Me, Me, Me

I’m here in Seattle, in a very nice room, view of the water, jr. suite, couch, desk, lovely, but there’s no friggin’ BAR OR RESTAURANT IN THE HOTEL! Auuuugh! The guy checking in ahead of me and I almost started crying when they pointed to the “snack room” where you could buy baskets of Snickers and microwave popcorn. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But I’d probably just carry the whole basket to the front desk and ask, “How much?” My ass does not need it.

So! Will have some water from the tap or maybe coffee from the tiny pot-ette on the wet bar, and then go get myself a honkin’ steak at El Gaucho. If you live nearby and are not a creepy stalker person, I’ll be eating at the bar.

Whoa-ho, I just went to take a photo of my view and the cute little six-inch balcony and noticed that my room is directly above the breakfast area. That normally wouldn’t be a problem, but the breakfast room ceiling is transparent.

Note to self: do not linger by the balcony in skivvies between six and nine a.m.