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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Boulder/Louisville Courtyard Marriott, 7:30pm:

Ring ring.

"Hi, this is Kat Taylor in room 364. Could you please send up a bottle opener and some fresh towels?"

"Right away, Miss Taylor."

"Thanks a bunch!"

Boulder/Louisville Marriott, 8:30pm:

"Where the fuck are my bottle opener and towels?"

Ring ring. Ring ring. No answer.

"What the hell?"

Boulder/Louisville Marriott, 9:00pm:

"Okay, fine."

Throughout my extensive travels, I somehow acquired a lone Corona that I hid in my purse and planned to drink at a later date. Today is that later date. So, at 9:00, I walked to the front desk in my pajamas holding my beer and asked for a bottle opener. One of the hotel staff handed me a staple-remover with the words "bottle opener" written on it. At first I was unsure of its untapped potential (does that count as a pun?), but found that it actually works much better than an actual bottle opener due to its flexible two-prong design. It was such a brilliant surprise, I gave up on the towels. After all these years of cracking open a bottle of beer at the office, I never discovered the secret use of this trivial inhabitant of my desk drawer.

Another ghetto Courtyard Marriott moment: Also due to my extensive travels is a buildup of nasty-smelling laundry. I've been trying to exercise when I travel, and while I've had my laundry done once this trip, it would be silly to have it done again since I'm going home tomorrow. In order to keep my disgusting clothes from getting even more disgusting and mildewey, I decided to hang them around my room. But since there are a lot of them and they smell really bad, I hung most of them outside on my balcony, which faces the cute little courtyard that's supposed to make this place seem nice and cozy and not off of a major suburban boulevard dotted with chain restaurants. I really hope it doesn't get windy, and that the people with rooms near mine don't have a need for used bike shorts and sweatsocks.

posted by platkat @ 8:51 PM