July 13, 2016:

Tattoos at the bar. She's got her hair in a tight pony tail and her arms in a sleeveless summer dress, illustrations on display. Dragons, a caged bird, something geometrical. She's blonde with black hornrims, empty hand waving animatedly as she explains her point, empty wineglass in the other. Talking with emphasis to her friend in polka dots.

I'm happy with this hotel. The food's good and the windows open.

Let's do room service. Sit on the 12th floor before an open French door, eat turkey & brie, watch the tropical sunset, feel the tropical breeze, listen to the freeway and the tropical thunder. Things could be worse.