| March 11, 2006 - Wined and Dined in the Bustling Metropolis |
| Dear Friends, a few weeks ago my friends, M. and F., announced that they were tying the knot. So this past weekend, I sojourned to the Bustling Metropolis to celebrate their marriage at a well-known, fancy hotel. Let's just say it was fantabulous! We had lunch in a private room where a former royal pair celebrated their engagement eons ago. The food was wonderful, the alcohol, of course, was tasty, and it was great seeing people that I hadn't seen in many a year. After lunch we retired to one of the hotel's bars and had many, many cocktails. Then we went up to M. and F.'s suite to drink more. Their suite had a fantastic view of a couple of famous landmarks. Then my friend, A., whom I was staying with, arrived. He had a drink with us and then he and I headed out to a Swedish restaurant (yes, there are such things) where I had deee-lish Swedish meatballs with mashed taties. Next week I'm headed to Hotlanta for a 3-day stay at the bootilicious Four Seasons Hotel. I've never stayed in one, although I did have drinks at the Four Seasons in Budapest. I'm really looking forward to this, because, as I tell my co-workers all the time, I never get to go anywhere or do anything. If the Four Seasons in Hotlanta is anything like the one in Budapest, then I'll be in hog heaven. The only problem with all these journeys to swanky hotels is that I could easily picture myself living the lifestyle of the rich and famous. But unfortunately, I'm neither rich nor famous and it seems highly unlikely that I'll ever be...well, maybe one day I'll be infamous, but I'd really rather not go that route. Anyhoo, it will be nice to get away to another city for a bit, because, as I said, I never get to go anywhere or do anything. This week has been surprisingly freak-free; there must be a full moon or something. So I'm sitting here trying to think of some oddity to relate to you guys, but I can't think of anything. Oh, I did find a bizarre website yesterday. It was about haunted trailers of all things. Can you picture that? People write in about their haunted trailers; sometimes even moving the trailers to a new lot doesn't resolve their problems. Anyhoo, I sent K. the link to the site and then made up my own narrative about my haunted trailer. I won't record it here right now, because the email is at work and it was so funny that I'd want to write it down verbatim for you. So I read all about these haunted mobile homes and then ended up finding a site with other, supposedly real, ghost stories. Gradually, I creeped myself out to the point where the hair on my arms was standing up and there were tears in my eyes. Confess it, you know exactly what I mean, don't you? The slightest sound made me jump, so I finally decided enough was enough. I'm the sort of person that if I concentrate on something too long, I'll dream about it at night. I'm also sensitive to temperatures when I sleep. If I somehow kick the blankets off and the room is cold, I'll often dream that I'm in a graveyard. But I find that I have supernatural powers, i.e. I can fly and as I go soaring over the tombstones, inevitably something starts chasing me. In those instances, my flight power fails and I go running along, leaping to try to get off the ground. Just as I manage to get 3 feet off the ground, whatever the thing is that's chasing me grabs my foot and I start one of those silent screams that are such a fabulous part of anyone's nightmares. Well, my dears, it's time for me to haul my ass downstaris to the gym and ride the bike for 30 minutes to burn off some Bustling Metropolis calories. Then I'm off to my Pilates class and after that the Torturer will be by for my monthly workout with her. I just despise it that I gain weight so easily and have to work so hard to make up for a weekend of debauchery, don't you? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |