extended stay
I have spent the last week and will spend the next in the Marriott version of an extended stay hotel. Partially because I am a Marriott points whore and also because Air B&Bs in this market are ridiculous. This isn’t a requirement of my company by the way as they don’t really give two shits where I stay as long as I’m where I need to be. Nope, this is just frugal me feeling guilty when I feel like money is being wasted… in other words: Tom problems
For the most part folks here are on long term work assignments but every once in a while you encounter some outliers. This trip, mine just so happen to be on the first floor of my building. This place is setup like a series of apartment buildings with four units on top and four on the bottom. The subject of this story being my lower floor diagonal opposite. The relevance of this is that I have to pass their entry to climb the stairs to my “suite.”
I went out last night in Seattle a town in which I have a history. I have been so high in this city that I was allegedly involved in a number of questionable activities including: bread theft, bicycle theft, climbing and attempting to ride public statues, and supposedly dining near Lucifer himself. On that particular trip I got back to my room and must have accidentally changed the channel to the Spanish speaking one which proceeded to spin me out thinking I was trapped in a foreign country with no knowledge of the language and no way to get home. (current strains of marijuana are far too strong in any form btw) I tell you all that so you might believe that this time I was on my best behavior.
When I got back it was late at least for me, something like 11:45pm. When I rounded the corner to my building there was a party going on complete with a pineapple theme… Inflatable pineapples, actual pineapples, a pineapple flag, tablecloth, cups, you get the idea. Either these folks have an infatuation with a particular fruit or shit goes down here on the weekends. OH, lights coming from the party were even an orange yellow which is stunning attention to detail.
The crowd couldn’t have been from just one room as these units aren’t that big. I would bet it was more than one building’s worth and it took everything I had not to look inside the glowing propped open door. As I was heading up the stairs I got asked if I wanted a drink and I mumbled no thanks like a new inmate in prison scrambling for the relative safety of his cell hoping to avoid pretty much everything.
I have no idea when the festivities ended as I passed out sometime after midnight. I did hear some shouting that almost got me up into spy mode but laziness won out. Plus, hard to testify if you were asleep… I was going to do a quick load of laundry today but as I was scoping out the facilities the party hostess had something in every machine. I’m going to need to run a phantom load of bleach through before any of my stuff gets washed in one of those washers. This should mark the last time I stay at an extended anything unless I have no other option.