January 18, 2018
Being a full-time director, you sleep in hotels anywhere between 200 and 250 days a year. All different types of hotels, beds, pillows, sheets, soap, shampoo, carpet, artwork, some with amenities, most without.
Luckily, I am an easy-going, tough gal, and am use to the variety, but today… Was excruciatingly difficult.
The Westin, my favorite hotel chain on the planet, was exceptional. 5 nights of luxury. A massive tub for two with a glass partition into the bedroom, bubble bath goodies, view of the city, high tech everything, robes, slippers, rain shower…. Ugh. Heaven.
Then… I arrive at my next hotel…my ‘work’ hotel…Travelodge. I just had a flea jump on my leg…on the bed. After slaying the bouncing biting bastard, I sobbed, thinking back to the wonderment of the bubble bath. The 600 thread count Indian sheets. The soft down duvet with exceptional and abundant pillows, the variety of teas and coffee at my own coffee station, and their endless DVD collection for me. It was like they soaked into my soul-Gladiator, 300, more Russell Crowe, more Gerrard Butler… All for me.
NOTE: The disgusting “Pillow” in this photo is from the Travelodge. I’m going to guess it has been on this bed, and/or floor, for over ten years. The Flea Circus may be setting up camp inside.
The half-used carton of milk I found in my mini-fridge, complete with skater stickers on the front, is from the same decade.
Never thought I would be so excited to get on a ship, but, I still have 3 nights here with my Circus.
I’ll report back with how many bites I may have.