Leaving the pool was wonderful. Don't get me wrong. I'm on vacation, and the driving part is done. At least for awhile. We are finally at our destination, and even though the pool area was less than "fulfilling" it was kind of funny though.
We laughed.
Ah hah hahha hhaa
Well, actually, that was Diane laughing.
Ah hah hahha hhaaa.
Ok, ok, it was me. I knew I spelled it wrong the second time. I have a stupid laugh.
Not Diane, though.
She has a very hearty, delicate laugh.
"Right?" "Snort?"
We find our way back to our room, only because the pool is the only real access this room has. As far as our room? um, well, I can't. Show you much I mean. Evidently, we had a really bad time with film this trip, I never had this problem before, but almost half of what we took, didn't come out.
Yes, all of you with digitals form a line on the right to lambast me. But I never had this problem before. The only thing I can figure, and if any of you can verify what I'm about to say, please, feel welcome to do so, Is that my film was too old. I had two throw away camera's, and my trusty Canon Shure shot.
Which turned into a Maybe shot.
Then a Your guess is as good as mine , shot.
The throw aways were bought last year, from a bargain bin. So, I'm guesssing they were old from "last year". And the multi pack of 800 film was also from last year. Same bargain bin. In retrospect, if it was old film discounted at that time,,, um , ok, you get the picture.
Oh, a funny. ha ha , get the pic,,,, ok, I'll shut up now.
So, let's do it the old fashioned way, I'll describe it. You know how good I am with words.
( we're doomed)
Hard Rock Hotel rooms are huge. Bigger than AKL or WL. Bigger than the Dolphin, if you have ever stayed there. Not as big as GF, though, or Portofino Bay at UNI. When you check in, there is a CD in the package, this is for use in your room CD player, which cranks up pretty loud. You also get a 32 inch plasma tv in your room, a wet bar, and these two, gigantic stuffed logs that were sitting on each bed.
Next to the bed is a table/lamp combination with a recliner next to it. This is where my shorts and suit went if they weren't too wet.
Across from the bed was the dresser, in the middle, tv on top, bar to the right, mini bar below that that you don't ever want to touch or they will claim rights to your first born if you take anything out of it, and , across from my bed by the window, just across from the recliner chair, that is HOME.
The table with two chairs, tons of brochures, pamphlets, advertisements, high speed cables, where we mostly sat.
And which is right next to a window that doesn't open, with a view of grass and some hedges.
We walked back in and it was freezing. I checked the thermostat on the wall, It said 75.
"YOUR DONKEY it's 75 in here."
My reality said it was about 68. I cranked it up a bit more. No, you don't have controls like in the other resorts, just a thermostat, like at home.
Diane said as we walked in, "Kind of chilly in here, isn't it?"
"Yup"
"Did you turn it up"
"Yup"
"Ok, you're going to make me ask the right question. What did you turn it up to?"
"80".
"WHat?" Why,
"Because it says it's already 75 in here, and we both know it's wrong, so, let's see what happens."
It is now about 4 o'clock, and we still want to get down to a park and at least get our tickets through the automated machine down by the turnstyles.
Maybe even go in and do a couple of things before they close. As I'm taking off my suit, she asks me,
"You thirsty?"
"Yes, I'll have a manhattan, thank you."
I see that little "shake of the head".
Then it ocurred to me. I threw on my suit again, and ran back down to the ice machine and filled the bucket up. Wasn't far at all.
As I'm changing again, and she's making my drink, I know what I heard.
Oh yes, I know.
"Drinky winky, let's get stinky."
Now, for those of you that are new readers, this is a lame takeoff of a line used ofter in last trip report's, trip report. From my good friend lexmelinda who once tried to give me technical instructions on how to post and this and that, by ending it, "Easy peazy, lemon squeezy."
And it stuck in my head. Like it's a Small world , does. I couldn't get it out of my head. Used it at work. Used it everywhere. Once bought 3 big biker guys a beer at the bar and when one of them held up his beer in thanks and said, "Dude." I responded, "easy peazy, lemon squeezy."
Almost got me killed.
So, when Diane said this, the obvious takeoff from it, I was;
"WHAT?"
"What, "WHAT?"
"YOu know what I mean when I said "What"?
"No, I don't know what you mean. What do you mean by "what?"
"Ok, fine, you wanna play this way, do you? Then, just tell me, what did you just say?"
"I don't know, I was mumbling to myself."
"Oh, ok, fine, deny it."
"Allright then, you tell me what you thought I said."
"You know friggin well what you "thought" I said. "Easy peazy,,, no, crap, hold it,,, you said, " Drinky winky, let's get stinky."
"Steve, I never "Drinky winkied anybody in my life, and certainly didn't start now with you. "
I'm not buying it. I know her.
And then my mind flash forwarded a few months to a courtroom;
"You see, Your Honor, she told me "Drinky winky, let's get stinky."
"And then she denied it."
"If that's not mental cruelty, I don't know what is."
And then I pictured my self getting taken away again.
So, I did just what she said but didn't say she did even though I know exactly what she said that she says she didn't say.
huh?
I had a couple,
fast.
No, I didn' t get stinky, but I caught a silly buzz, and right before we headed on out to the parks, she took this picture. Which, amazingly, is about the only room pic that came out. And , of coarse , the one I never thought would, or hoped would.
Old habits die hard?
Uh oh, I can tell by the look in their voices, not good.
"Your Honor, may I request a new jury , please?"
hishonor: "The courtrooom has decided to grant you your request. "Easy peazy,,,,,,

goodnight guys, hope you enjoyed tonights babbling, see you all soon,
