Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I want to live in a hotel

Somebody asked me once if it wasn't a nuisance to spend so many nights in a hotel over the course of a year. And while I agree that being away from home can sometimes have it's disadvantages (you can't get at or use your stuff), there are certain perks to being in a hotel that I don't get in my house. Like somebody to make my bed, vacuum the floor, and clean the bathroom every day. Sure, I can do all those things. But when I stay in a hotel, SOMEBODY ELSE does them. See how that is better? I don't have to worry about replacing the toilet tissue roll, or the box of Kleenex. There is no toothpaste in the sink - not because somebody else cleans it up, but rather because it turns out it wasn't ME doing it at home and the guilty culprits are not traveling with me. When I walk in the front door, there is somebody to greet me and they HAVE to smile and look happy to see me. And I have as of yet to walk into the lobby of a hotel and be immediately pointed to a hairball to clean up, or a mess the dog made, or be assuaged by a chorus of "What's for dinner?. Traveling by myself means that I can eat foods my family would never let in the house (Indian curry anyone?), go to restaurants they wouldn't set foot into (like the salad bar buffet called Sweet Tomatoes) or shop in stores that would normally make their eyes roll back in their head (I spent two hours in Target last night. All I bought was pantyhose). Dinner can be a container of yogurt (pilfered from the breakfast bar and stashed in the fridge) eaten in bed while watching the Antiques Roadshow on hotel cable. *Cough*. Not that I have ever done that. *Cough*. Now for sure there are disadvantages, and a long list really. I miss my daughter. I miss my dog. I miss the cats. I miss my husband. I miss talking to my sister every day on the phone. I miss going out to check the garden for lurking vegetables. I miss my car and being able to jump into it and go whenever I want. Not necessarily in that order, you understand LOL. I am glad I am not a snail or a hermit crab, because carrying everything with you all the time is a bit of a drag (literally). This time I got brave and brought two bags - a small suitcase and my rolling briefcase. For shorter trips, I just pack my outfits in a separate part of the briefcase. But sitting in a meeting knowing so many strangers are literally "this far" from your dirty underwear is a bit disconcerting. I live in fear of somebody wanting to borrow a pen when I am out of the room and discovering my stash of knee highs where my laptop cord should go. Or seeing my prescription bottles and wondering if I am running a "second business" during my trip as a drug mule. I get enough odd glances as it is. Another plug for hotels, is many include some sort of breakfast now. It was nice, getting up and taking a shower in a clean bathroom with plenty of hot water (and no six year old barging in to use the toilet, then scalding you to death when she flushes). Then going downstairs for a breakfast prepared for me, and best part yet…NO DISHES TO DO. This morning it was so nice to have a nice hot coffee, and a plate full of biscuits and gravy. Best I have ever tasted! Although, I am not exactly a biscuits and gravy connoisseur. In fact, I don't think I have eaten them before (although I have seen them, just always left the gravy part and ate the biscuit with butter and jam). So in all reality, it might have been the worst biscuits and gravy ever. But I liked it LOL. There was also French toast, sausage, and make your own waffles along with the typical bagel-y muffin-y and cereal-y sort of things. Maybe not fancy enough for vacation (I like eggs in the morning on vacation), but perfectly fine for a business trip. I wonder if DH will consider wearing suit, tie, and apron, and making me breakfast in the mornings from now on, while DD wears a little tunic and makes my bed. Nah.

1 comment:

Katharine said...

You are very funny. I enjoyed your blog. I'll have to check back again sometime.