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I love hotel life. I had this discussion with a former cow-orker (female). She hates it because it’s different sheets that other people have slept on. I said I love it because I can go have a mini-environment just the way I like it. And then somebody else has to clean it. Generally when I stay in a hotel, I first pull off the top two layers of the bed and put them on the floor in front of the TV, I turn the thermo down to arctic, and I pore through the phonebook to learn about the local restaurants.
Generally I’ll try to find a mom n pop before I resort to a chain. I’ll go get the local delicacy, some wine, fill up the bathroom sink with ice for the wine, and sit in the bed covers and watch local TV (for some reason it fascinates me, it’s like these people in this different town have their own lives and everything), and then some show I never get to see at home, like Mythbusters or Airport. Eat good grub, drink good wine, watch TV. Rinse, lather, repeat.
One exception, I had to stay in Elkhart, Ind. One night. The local TV was abysmal. They don’t have their own lives there. I had to drink a lot of wine to make them interesting.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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