I'm at the end of a rather good day, which began at 5am (PACIFIC STANDARD TIME, d00ds!) with four straight cups of coffee consumed before 8am. I'm here in the San Francisco Bay Area for work.
Car Talk
So, on this trip I was rented a car, as distances (and traffic) are rather sizeable in the Bay Area, and taxi costs would be exorbitant. To be honest, I was less than thrilled. In the hours before a presentation or consultations, I prefer to spend time panicking over content and methodology of upcoming events, rather than directions to said events. That said, YEEEHAWW!!!!!
My car is S-W-A-N-K!!! Gorgeousness. So fancy, in fact, I wasted a good five minutes at the Hertz lot just staring at it and waiting for someone to tell me it was NOT mine to take, that I'd been given the wrong keys. I opened the car slowly, waiting for a guard to push me from it, bodyguard style. (Bodyguard style, like Kevin Costner to Whitney Houston.) But, I was not unceremoniously shoved side. I then spent several moments just trembling in it, wondering if I dared remove it--would it be considered theft if I took the car away? I jumped when I heard a honk nearby. Finally, I drove it off the lot, staring desperately at the guard who checked my papers, sure he would laugh and send me back in to pick up the hunk of junk that was ordained for me. But no....
So I learnt something interesting on this trip; something I wasn't expecting to learn.
You see, in days of yore, when I learnt to drive, it was in Florida. And I passed my exam with flying colours, mostly because one crucial question was not asked. I was faced with this question in San-Fran yesterday.
Which way does one turn the wheels of one's car when one parks on a steep incline?
In between meetings, I spent a good several hours wondering if my car was rolling down the hill. And if Hertz had realized yet that I was not posh enough for the car, and if the cops were already after me. And if it would be considered grand theft or vandalism when my car mashed into the bottom of the Bay.
I had, you see, glanced at the cars across the street to see what they were doing, but had converted the decision incorrectly. When I got out of the car, everyone on my side of the street had their wheels facing the opposite direction. Oh well. "Tra la" as -r2 would say. I survived, and so did the car.
And here I am in Hotel Heaven.
The Woodfin Suites Hotel ROCKs. They have free internet and printer access, a free LIBRARY (be still my fucking heart) of books to be borrowed, a FREE selection of DVDs and videos to be borrowed and watched in one's rooms (no limit), and a free Happy Hour from 5 to 7pm, in which drinks and snacks are served. AND on top of all that, my hotel room is larger than my apartment. *swoon* Plus I'm secretly in love with all of their reception people. They're fantabulous. *love* It's amazing sometimes the little tricks (so to speak) which secure my undying affection. They're having a conference here, and they had fruit out, and I made some sort of flippant joke which covered for my longing gaze at the food (being as how I am starving and was feeling somewhat ill)--and they gave me free fruit.
I mean, if this isn't love, what is? Right? Right??? Yes, right. *love*
~ moi
ps: -r2, it did rock. :)
If only I wasn't knackered. I've rented two DVDs, but will be surprised if I get through one tonight... I leave tomorrow am, back to the Big Fruit.
