I know that’s a lot of pictures of the moon, but aren’t they amazing? That’s not even all of the ones he took, just the best ones.
I sat in the Lobby area of our building and checked some pressing things on my iPhone. I can’t remember what they were either, but they must have been very pressing. I continued to enjoy my wine. Havana takes a nap. That’s what she called it. Some might call it passed out. But she did revive for the rest of the evening, so maybe it was just a nap.
We started to head over to the Lobby Bar when a couple passed us. She said something like, “It’s Andrea!” She reads my blog. I didn’t write their names down, but I want to say Kerry and Kim. I keep thinking I wrote things down, but can’t find then and wonder if one of these days I’m gong to come across all these notes somewhere. It was my only rockstar moment of the trip.
She had been to the Grand before. It was his first time. They were loving it.
We chatted for a bit and then we wished each other good vacations and continued on to our destinations.
To the Lobby Bar we go, to the Lobby Bar we go, down the path, up the stairs, down the hall, to the Lobby Bar we go. (To the tune of “Over the River and Through the Woods”).
We say hello to Ahleli.
Humberto is at the Lobby Bar tonight. I get a chocolate martini. I’m nothing if not predictable.
I had to choose between a picture where Humberto had a better smile or where Havana looked better. I went with Humberto. Hey, I love Havana, but she doesn’t make me chocolate martinis.
Zung had a margarita.
We turned our backs for one minute and Havana got into trouble. She was saying. ‘I’ve never tasted theeeessse!” She’s such a lush.
It was quiet in the Lobby Bar tonight. We chatted with one of the Starfriends. His name is with those misplaced notes. He tells us he has family in Arizona. What a coincidence. We lived in Arizona. For three years. A long time ago. Small word, eh?
It got busier after the show. Apparently, a lot of people go to the show and get thirsty and then come to the Lobby Bar to quench that thirst. I wonder if they know there is drink service in the Theatre? WIth waitresses and everything.
Steve and Janelle showed up. Janelle had a Cosmopolitan.
We chatted with them for a while and then headed back to the room. Havana saw thee beautiful flower arrangements in the Lobby and started in with, “These are so pretty. I haven’t had my picture taken here. You should take my picture here. I match the pink in the flowers.” It’s easier just to take the picture than argue with her.
And of course, I wanted to have my picture taken with the pretty flowers. I guess we know where she gets it from.
When we got back to the room, we ordered room service. I asked them to bring chips and guac and salsa. They brought chips and guac. It was yummy and we ate it. I could have called for the salsa. You see, the thing is, while I may appear to be high maintainance, I really am pretty easy-going on vacation.
Now I am going to shamelessly promote my son, Nicholas’ blog. It’s http://www.untilthenumbersend.wordpress.com. It’s about his adventure to San Francisco to work as a chef in a high end restaurant. He left on a plane with two bags, half of that space taken up with cook books, and his computer and some clothes. He didn’t have a job or a place to live. One down. Read his blog to see which one he got first.