February 28, 2007

Todd and I are really enjoying our suite at the Hilton. Although I hate to nitpick (not true), I've catalogued a few problems with the room, e.g., the ice is made from unfiltered water and the sheets are only 500 thread count (and NOT Egyptian cotton). Also, I don't think the piano has been tuned in months!
The help here are a subservient lot; I've really been enjoying the kow-towing, apple-polishing, and bootlicking. Even Todd has been surprised by the richness and variety of the toadying here. We've been particularly impressed by our pillow fluffer/mint handler; in conversation, he always leaves us feeling freshly important.
It is too bad Todd could not be made to understand the possibilities re: his deceased grandma's unexpired credit cards, because I could really get used to this suite, although I'd prefer one with more chandeliers. They really class up a joint.
















