Mini Vacation

On Tuesday we went to Dallas for a mini vacation. We got a good deal for a single night at the Lorenzo Hotel, and we wanted to go see the Mexico show at the Dallas Museum of Art.

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We left Tuesday afternoon, got to our hotel, and went swimming for a few hours before dinner at Village Burger Bar and dessert at Sablon Chocolate Lounge. Then back to our room.

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Our room had a lot of mirrors.

Yesterday we got up and dressed and ate kolaches from downstairs before heading to the museum.  We spent almost four hours there. I had no idea that The Two Fridas was so big, nearly six feet by six feet.

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On the way home we stopped for lunch at Golden Chick because we’d never heard of it, and they turned out to have amazing yeast rolls, so we brought two dozen home with us. It was a good decision; they went over well at dinner.

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Not the Garden Inn


The Situation

IMG_0668.JPGShe sat up in the hotel bed, the hotel sheet pooled in her lap, her bare breasts on display as she smoked her cigarette, every now and then reaching to tap her ashes into the hotel ash tray on the hotel bedside table.

She stared blankly at the hotel sconce on the hotel wall, her thoughts so very far away from the hotel room she shared with a man she hardly knew.

She could hear him now, showering brutishly. Her lips pursed in disgust as he grunted yet again, probably harshly rubbing the soap on a tender spot of his body. She wished he would be silent and let her hear only the sounds of the water hitting his body on its way to the drain. Then she could easily imagine that he was anyone, anyone at all, but as it stood, every time she tried, he would let loose another grunt or groan and ruin her daydream.

She rested her chin on her shoulder as she fiercely stubbed out her cigarette on top of all the other butts in the ashtray. She smiled softly as she imagined his body beneath the glowing ember, reddening and then blackening at its touch.  It struck her what she was thinking about, and she dropped the butt, wiping her fingers on the hotel sheet. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them to her body, and a tear slipped softly down her cheek.

The knob squealed a protest as he turned the water off in the bathroom.

She jerked her head upright and scrubbed frantically at her face to dry the single tear, then closed her eyes and took two deep breaths to calm her heart rate. She heard him step out of the hotel bathtub and caught herself wishing that he would fall and strike his head against the porcelain and bleed out, there on the floor, and she could claim innocence until the red pool crept out from under the bathroom door. She laughed, and clapped a hand against her mouth to hold back the rest of it.

He walked out of the hotel bathroom, beaming when he saw her, his body still dripping hotel water on the hotel carpet, a hotel towel tossed artlessly over his right shoulder. She didn’t meet his eyes, her gaze hovering instead on his unshaven upper lip.

“How about we order in some dinner?” he asked, and his voice grated on her ears.

She suppressed a cringe, and smiled brightly, reaching for her phone. “Sure, what’d you have in mind?”

He chuckled. “You.”

He threw the towel to the floor and leaped onto the bed, nearly crushing her left foot. His hands reached for her, and it took every bit of inner strength she had to let him fondle her nakedness.

She praised whatever gods there may be when her stomach grumbled, loudly, distracting him from his struggle with the sheet that covered her body.

“How about later?” she offered. “I’m starving.”

He raised an eyebrow, then acquiesced. “Later, then. I’m pretty hungry myself. Let’s get room service; they’d be the fastest.” He stood and pulled a pair of jeans from the duffel bag on the dresser before jamming his feet into the legs, one at a time.

He winked at her, and her stomach tied itself in another knot of disgust.

 


The Fish Remembers the Falcon

The table in our hotel room in North Little Rock had a fish. 


Good Times and Noodle Salad

I have a bad bobo on my finger and it hurts but I’m here because I love you. 

Also because I put earplugs in because they block out the cold cruel world and calm me down and make me feel better. 

I had the worst customer tonight. He was a jerk on the phone, he gave the wrong hotel room number, and then he wouldn’t answer his phone when I found out he gave the wrong room number. I know it was his fault because I was standing next to the girl who took his order, and she verified the number he said twice. 

Anyway, he didn’t answer, and he didn’t give his last name so the front desk couldn’t help me. So I headed back to the store. 

And when I was on my way back to the store, my manager called me because he called the store back. He threw a fit with her because she said sorry we’re closed after her greeting. Like, dude, we are closed. And you would be eating already if you weren’t so high. And then he argued about his room number, but she finally got it. 

So I went back to the right room. Dude was gonna be in some serious shit if he had the number wrong again. 

It was right. 

Anyway, dude had a chair pulled up to his open hotel door. His butt was planted so firmly in that chair that he didn’t get up to take his drink, he didn’t get up to throw a fit about the drink he ordered, he didn’t get up to take his pizza, and he didn’t get up to sign his first name only on his credit card receipt. 

And by the time I got back to the store, about four minutes, he’d already called and griped enough that my manager refunded his money

I can’t stand people like that. Plus he was stoned! He should have been much more chill. 


Travel Adventures

Today we drove to Dallas to spend half the night before getting up at 330am for our flight to Denver. 


On the way, the front passenger tire got an egg on the tread, so it was either go get a tire today or wait until we were ready to go home next week. 

We went today. And were told the wait would be about two hours. 

But while we were waiting, an old friend of mine and his family took us out to dinner at a Mediterranean buffet, which was delicious. 

So that was nice. 

When we got back to the hotel we went swimming for a bit, and learned that 90° is pretty chilly when you’re used to 50% humidity. 

I’m going to freeze my butt off in Denver. 

Which is why we brought jackets and pants. 

And now for a bit of a nap before dealing with TSA and my mother in a wheelchair.