It was with some horror that I discovered upon checking into the Marriott early Thursday afternoon that I was without the interwebs.
What kind of place makes you pay for the World Wide Web?
I damn-near spit out my margarita.
I suppose that next I’ll be tipping my charwoman for a bit of extra coal for the fire. Perhaps for an extra farthing I won’t have to stand in line but can have the bathwater first…
I love staying in hotels – and yes, I’ve seen the news articles regarding the origin of the stains on the bedspread. I don’t care – as long as I can’t see it, it’s not there.
Hence the margarita.
I’ve also been known to eat hot dogs, too; so maybe I just have a death wish.
At any rate, we write, we save, we run to the University of Dayton in the morning and post.
And we’ll just have to be interwebs-free for the night.