Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Hot Water Music – Authority Song
Same weird noise from closet area. Again, investigating. Again, if you read this, blah blah blah. Cannot tell source of noise. Tres weird, as the front desk guy might say. I did find a bill that had been slipped underneath my door, though. I owe around $12 for my various expenses, such as calling Libby and my mother and the trained bear I know who lives in Peoria.
I think my LiveJournal has taken the place of my ramblings on my web page.
Still working on the T&T. Sad. And I have a bunch of tonic water left, which is more or less useless without getting more gin from the mini-bar. Yet if I make another one, I will be drinking it until the second coming of Christ.
An older couple behind me at the Red Sox game were discussing many things throughout the game, but at one point the woman remarked that she didn’t like the smell of cognac on his breath, and didn’t know how he could drink it, because it was so strong. She said it was definitely a “man’s drink”. He remarked that he loved it, but that it was awful for you. There is some in the mini-bar, and it appears no stronger than normal vodka, which is itself weaker than the whiskey and gin. Maybe she meant taste, but if so, I cannot imagine she thinks cognac tastes worse than gin, although most people don’t drink straight gin. I don’t know how you’re supposed to drink cognac. I’ve never had it, and I am curious what with it being so readily available to me, but I still have my prior obligation to the gin and tonic I have here.
I just had a vision of the movie “Four Rooms”, the scene in which…well, I don’t want to tell it outright if you haven’t seen the movie. I don’t think I give much away when I say that the movie is set in a hotel, and it is four vignettes that take place in four different rooms in the hotel. Anyway, I was thinking of the room with Antonio Banderas’ kids, and what they find therein. I wanted to go check to see if my room was similarly bestowed, but I’m much too lazy to do so. Plus, it seems so unlikely. After all, this is the Hilton.
Oh, another funny thing that Stephanie told me. Scroll down if you don’t know who she is, buddy. I was telling her my corkscrew story (not corkscrew lightbulb, which will only make sense when you’ve read all of today’s entries), and she mentioned that security had hassled her as well. In her purse she had, evidently, a small lamp. Yes, you heard me right, and I made sure that I heard her right. First, why the fuck did she have a lamp in her purse? Evidently it has something to do with her mother’s job, as in she might make or renovate them or something, although it did not explain why she carried it in her purse. Second, what the hell did airport security care? Well, they were concerned she would stab someone with the plug. She had to persuade them it was okay, apparently. But she did succeed. Fortunately she told me that after we got off the plane, or I would have been terrified for the entire 30 minute flight, knowing she (and the LAMP!) were sitting in the seat directly behind me, and the only person I could have told was the same lady who thought Ontario was in California.
I should stop giving character lists at the beginning of entries. I will just introduce people in the course of the entries, as they come up, if I think of it. If not, that’s too bad. It has become too much of a hassle to go back and see if I’ve introduced someone before.