WARNING! This blog is going to be long and overly-dramatic, but such is the life I lead. Read to the end, it's the best part!
So, right now I'm sitting in my own private hotel room watching the Bay Bridge and San Francisco skyline slowly light up as the sun sets. I just finished eating clam chowder straight off of Fisherman's Wharf, and I'm seriously considering opening the Ghirardelli chocolate basket the was delivered to me from the Manager of the hotel with his compliments. Plus, there's a Law and Order marathon on TV. Have I died and gone to heaven? Hardly. But if this is torture, chain me to the wall!
But the road to such bliss was not easy. The death knell came when my boss said that there were no flip-flops allowed. Apparently "no flip-flops" means no jeans, t-shirts, cute blue linen skirts and deliciously gaudy jewelry. Thus I began the excruciating process of acquiring a suitable wardrobe. I even bought one of those tweedish suit jackets (gasp, faint, die). But, I drew the line at sensible shoes. Sensible shoes--what a frightening description. I figured that spending several dollars on a pair of ugly shoes I would only wear for a week wasn't really sensible at all. Thus I settled on some semi-respectable footwear that was already in my closet.
THE GOOD NEWS:
While I have to be responsible during the day, the nights are all mine. And Ethan Hawke's hotter and younger twin works security in the lobby. It's funny how easy it is to get lost around here. I always seem to need help...
THE BAD NEWS:
I FORGOT MY MAN CATCHER. Blast! The perfect opportunity and I blow it. But, how hard can it be to find fish netting in a coastal city?
Stay tuned for further developments...
p.s. Did I mention that I sat next to STEVE YOUNG on the plane over here? 'cause I did.... (: