First off let me say a VERY Happy Birthday to my co-blogger in crime. Just remember - 61 is 16 checking itself out in a mirror. Ohhhh yeah.
Oh, and why haven't I posted all day? Because I've gone and traveled to the West Coast!
After a particularly pleasant 5 hour flight (no one sat next to me - extra leg room!) I stepped off my secret lover JetBlue and into the balmy, clear-skied, 72-degree heaven that is San Diego.
I've been here before, but only on a brief jaunt for a client at the Maritime Sheraton. Where I was held captive by a sales conference and could only gaze upon the city from across the water. Versus this time where the client has me staying at the Hard Rock Hotel San Diego, right in the heart of the city (believe me, I know, there's a sign hanging over the street that tells me so).
God stepping off the plane was like a dream. No. Really. Like a dream. To get on a plane shivering through a strategically selected light hoodie (not too strategic, it's too hot here to wear even that) and step off under a beating sun and into a cool breeze. It's like I stepped back in time. And as I did so, New York became less filthy and more architecturally intriguing.
The cab driver regaled me with stories of cloudless Christmases and the fact that he's lived here 30 years and has secured a permanent tan. He also gouged the fuck out of me in regards to cab fare. But that's fine.
Anyway - the Hard Rock Hotel! They certainly try a bit hard decor-wise. Their mission statement is to treat me like a rock star. There are guitar picks everywhere - from the book with menus to the elevator buttons. Quotes I should probably know from rock and roll songs hang from walls and ceilings.
But whatever! My room is kickass. And I have the exact same TV here in the hotel as I do at home (awww).
Meanwhile, I heartell that it is 32 degrees in NYC and a bit snowy. Unfortunate. Needless to say they'll have to send a caravan the likes of which no one has ever seen since Heart of Darkness to retrieve me from this coast. Every time I come here I simply don't want to leave. Ever.
Maybe I should take the hint and stay?
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