Cupcake and I spent the night in a hotel last night. In our own city. Cupcake loves hotels and I like them pretty much, but staying in a hotel in my hometown makes me uncomfortable, gives me the willies, and frankly depresses me more than a little.
Robespierre left yesterday morning to attend a friend's Bar Mitzvah weekend extravaganza blowout in Chicago.
By the way, were you aware that when a flight is abruptly canceled with no notice just as you're waiting for it to board and the lady gets on the PA system and you think Great -- it's about time and instead she announces that the equipment is out of service and the flight has been canceled so everyone needs to line up politely and wait their turn to get onto another plane, the best things to do are:
Call your mother and have her get on the phone to the airline
Call your father and have him get on the airline's web site
Call the airline yourself from the airport
Disregard tips 1 through 3 inclusive because unaccompanied minors are the first to be booked on the next flight
Yeah.
So Robey left for Chicago and Cupcake and I spent the night at the Hyatt, not completely out of vanity and extravagance but also because spending the night downtown made sense, since Cupcake's choir was scheduled to perform at a convention and she needed to be at the convention center by 7:00 am. We checked into a hotel so we could get up in the morning, have breakfast, walk to the convention center, sing (her), watch (me), walk back to the hotel, get in the car and go home.
By the way, Hyatt? That thing about charging $19 for overnight parking and then boasting that it's so worth it because we get in and out privileges? Kind of uncool. Cupcake was funny though: Even in Monopoly you get Free Parking.
Cupcake was all excited about spending the night in a hotel and ordering room service but we ended up in the restaurant where the food was way too delicious to be healthy.
By the way, Ruth's Chris? That thing about making customers listen to the history of the chain including the recitation of Ruth's Chris locations around the world including Japan? Really uncool and borderline creepy. But our waiter's name was Adonis and the name kind of suited him, so I forgive you but don't let it happen again.
After dinner we called my parents to check in, and then called my nephew, who was spending the night at our house to watch out for Miss Puppy. And this is the part where I get a little depressed.
By the way, Stretch? I'm really reeeeally REALLY sorry Miss Puppy gave you so much trouble. Apparently I'm the only human being in the entire world who can convince her that she's not allowed to bark and cry for attention in the middle of the night. I hope the potato omelet I made for you this morning helped you forget how incorrigible she was and how tired you are.
Staying at a hotel in my hometown makes me feel as if I've somehow been exiled from my own home. I know it was necessary and having the company of the Cupcake kept me from being lonely, but I was really glad to get home this morning. I woke up several times during the night, wondered where I was, and then glimpsed a well-known local landmark outside my window and thought Oh yeah -- I'm at home but not really at home. Weird.
What is it about kids and room service?
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The only time I did that was on our wedding night; the next day we were off for our honeymoon. Yeah it felt weird; thinking all the time we could just as easily have gone home.
Posted by: Maureen | November 07, 2009 at 08:55 PM