DC

I had a pretty important interview in DC yesterday. I wanted to go up Saturday and play a little, but it just wasn't in the cards. I didn't even make it out of town particularly early on Sunday. But I did manage to navigate myself to the Woodbridge Ikea and then to the hotel. It's the same hotel I stayed at for the written demonstration back in November. The bellman greated me by name when he came to open my door, and immediately asked how my father was doing. When I went to DC back in November, Daddy had made amazing progress and was getting all the ice cream he could lick, after a Herculean effort to convince the medical powers that be that he could swallow after removal of the ventilator tubing. I had to tell him that daddy had died, and he was very sweet about it. I can't remember his name to save my life; and that makes me sad, because he was such a sweetie. In my fantasy world, I'm going to immediately become as rich as Roarke, and hire him to be my Summerset!

this hotel--it actually has a name, the State Plaza; was really cool. First, it was located within a block and a half of OPM, where my tests (very loose use) were; secondly, the price was right, especially if you used their internet link; and third, it's rather European in its ambience. Very nice, but not luxe, if you know what I mean. And, all their rooms are suites with decent sized kitchens, a very nice dressing room that I covet IRL, and retro bathrooms that I just loved.
On my first trip, we had a two bed suite (DS went with me), so it was a little larger. I spent the evening redecorating it with functional furniture from Ikea. I decided it was just about all the property I wanted to have to maintain--although a little balcony was really needed to make it totally peachykeene.

I'm sincerely hoping that the actual point of this post is going to jump right up and take control any minute now. while we're waiting, here's some pics:




This is what it took to get me all gussied up for the interview. As this nect picture will demonstrate, I am not a child of the facebook/my space generation. I can't take a picture of myself.

On my way up there (I'm just a victim of my puter, who knows what I did to make it start underscoring--sorry, but it's beyond my capacity to change it now.) I stopped at JR--a serious ouylet. In the picture, I'm wearing the cashmere/silk sweats I got for $50.00. They feel sooo good.


Here's yet anothwer poorly taken and out of focus picture of me in my suit.


Well, the point never did reappear so I guess this is enough.