Wow, I have really been removed from the blogging scene lately.
I was in Orlando, Florida, enjoying the sun-kissed humidity. Humidity seems to come with a negative backlash, but by golly, I loved it. So nice to walk outside and not have to worry about bringing a sweater. The problem was indoors. Going from the perfect outside temperature to chilly air-conditioning was not pleasant. Very uncomfortable to go from one extreme to another. I don’t do well with time changes either. I’m a big baby when it comes to changing time zones and not getting enough sleep.
Two stories. 1) I cabbed back to my hotel. The fare was $10. I put it on my credit card and when the cabbie asked for the tip, I said, “Make it a total of $12.” When the bill came out, he had made the tip $12 for a grand total of $22. I had a fit! Then the cabbie had a fit, too.
“You told me $12 tip. So I put $12 tip.”
“Are you insane? You think I’m going to give you a $12 tip for a $10 cab ride? What is your problem?”
“What is your problem? You told me $12 so I put $12!”
Luckily, someone at the hotel came to my defense. I insisted that the cabbie give me $10 cash back. The two of them duked it out while I proceeded to my room.
2) That same night, I got a call in the middle of the night. “Hello.”
“What.” I muttered.
“Who is this? What do you want.”
“Hi, I’m watching you.”
I hung up. It wouldn’t have freaked me out so much except that there was no double lock or inside lock to my hotel room. I know, I know. It wasn’t the best hotel. So I stayed up all night and didn’t sleep.
Speaking of not getting enough sleep…the first of my birthday celebrations started early with friends joining me for drinks last Saturday. I think I was at Swig bar until 2am, then to a Burning Man party until 6am, then to the EndUp until 10am. How insane is that? I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. My Sunday was completely shot. I sat on the couch, staring out the window all day long. Went out to get some french fries, came back and took a nap…stared out the window, took a nap again. Yup, lazy Sunday.
I think I’m the only person I can count on to be punctual. A friend said he’d be at Swig at exactly 9pm because he had another birthday party to attend. So I (the birthday girl of all people) was at the bar at exactly 9pm with no one there. My friend had flaked on me (accidentally slept longer than he should have). Not to say I didn’t get any attention. I walked into the bar, sat by myself, and immediately had a swarm of men by my side. Very cool.
The celebrations continue this week in NYC. More stories soon…