Princess, Rock Star, or Just Downright Lucky? You Decide.

To my surprise, I got to spend a long weekend in the penthouse suite of my favorite hotel.  I walked right up to the front desk without a reservation, and said, “Give me the finest room you have available!”  The manager came to the lobby and with one look at my designer luggage he knew the penthouse was the only place for me.  I was escorted by two bellhops up the secret elevator available to top floor guests only and was left with a bottle of Dom Perignon and a diamond tiara…

Ok, ok, ok, that’s not really how things went down.  I walked from the orange line (public transit) to the hotel.  I stumbled through the revolving doors carrying a gigantic backpack (some say I’m toting a midget around with me) on my back, a smaller backpack on my front, and a small case.  I looked as thought I didn’t shower that day and had to sit in the middle seat on my Southwest plane ride to Chicago.  The front desk was unable to find any reservation under my name or the name of my company.  I got a hold of my coordinator whom actually forgot to book a room for me.  At this point it looks like I am shit out of luck when suddenly, a miracle happens!  The hotel manager decided to upgrade me to the penthouse, 26 stories up!  I took the regular elevator and poured myself a glass of water upon arrival.  I felt like a princess!  Well, sort of…

After a few sessions of running down the hallway and flinging myself onto one of the beds, I immediately called my friends to let them know they had a place to crash for the weekend.  It wasn’t long until my fridge was filled with beer, Jack, and orange juice and I had people helping me rearrange the furniture.  We decided the loft, which looked quite empty, needed some additions.  Jack in one hand, kitchen chair in the other, I felt like a rock star back at the suite after playing a sold out show.  I was Rod Stewart and the Faces playing pranks and changing the hotel interior as I saw fit, except my hair wasn’t as teased, and I would have to put all the furniture back in the morning.  Even so, I still woke up to an amazing view in a bed fit for a king.

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Moving Square Boxes and Oral Hygiene

I need help!  Does anyone have an tricks – mind tricks, meditations, mantras – or games they play in the elevator to make the ride less miserable?  I try so hard to be friendly and smile at people, to think about about anything else, but when you are on the 18th floor and have to stop six times before you get to the lobby it’s hard to keep that positive attitude.  I do realize that my time spent in the elevator is never more than five minutes, which is really nothing in the grand scheme of life, but those five minutes are so agonizing to me especially if some one gets in on floor 15 and out on floor 14.  What the h – e – double hockey sticks!  And, then there are those families with four kids, each one, even the two-year, attempting to carrying their own luggage.  Mom stops the doors from closing with her stroller so everyone can shuffle in.  I love babies, but come on!  Just get in the damn elevator so we can get this over with.

I have come up with a couple of solutions, but these only take me so far:

1.  I take the stairs often.  It’s good for shapely legs and butt, but after a night of drinking or a 14 hour work day the last thing I want to do is climb up 18 flights of stairs.  I usually take the stairs down except when I am carrying luggage or work cases which can weigh more than 50 pounds.

2.  You may say, “Well, Kim, why don’t you just stay on a lower floor?”  Most people think like this which is why those floors fill up faster.  Plus, I have always been a lover of heights, so I think a balcony on the top floor over looking the city is pretty darn cool.  I can spy on people, and they will never notice me.  I can also invent games like trying to fling pennies into the pool when no one is around and then go find them later when I go for a swim.

3.  Facebook, puppy photos, and other funnies.  I check my news feed, browse through those “awwww how cute!” animal photos that I know I’m not the only fan of, and look at other hilarious internet photos such as this:

SiiiiiimbaBut, it’s not long until some one says, “Good morning!  How are you today?!” or “My!  You have your hands full with all of that luggage!”  I know people are just trying to be nice.  I am usually the one being nice to others, but can’t they see I’m in no mood for words when I am staring at a screen instead of looking at them?  Sometimes when I take the elevator down in the morning for breakfast I don’t brush my teeth.  Pants, hoody, glasses: laziness at it’s finest.  Do you really want to have a conversation with some one who hasn’t practiced oral hygiene yet?

4.  I cose my eyes and pretend that I am sleeping.  That way no one can see me right?  WRONG!  “Oh, you must be really tired! Where are you from?”  Even though my eyes are closed I can’t shake the fact that I am in an elevator, stopping at the push of buttons on floors other than my own.

So what do I do?  How do I make elevator rides more pleasant for me and the passengers around me?  How can I block out that little square world?  Or, should I fully submerge myself into it?  I guess I can start by brushing my teeth and go from there.

12.13.12 – Stationary Excite Bike!

You have no idea how happy I was to walk into a gym and finally see THIS:

Bikes

Regular bikes!  Sometimes a bicycle isn’t the easiest thing to take with you on the road, unless of course you are on a bike trip.  I had to leave my bike at home which is why I get excited at the site of these pretty little things.  Most of the time gyms have those silly sit down bikes where it feels like you’re sitting in a chair and peddling.  Guess what, I never see anyone riding them!  Never.  So far I have done two sessions.  Let’s see how many more I can fit in before I leave Atlanta :-)