New hotel [F]riend for [M]e

So there I was traveling again. When I check into hotels, I always make it a point to be nice to the workers. You never know what you’ll need. At this particular hotel, when I checked in the cute host (Melissa) was like “whoa you’re tall”. I am 6’4” so it’s not like I haven’t been told this before. She let out a short little laugh, like she was embarrassed she said that. I played along and jokingly said “whoa you’re shorter than me”. She was quite short … no more than 5’2”. She had a cute, young face, with long straight black hair. I couldn’t tell much more because she was behind the counter, of course. As I got my key, she asked if I needed anything for my stay … sadly I couldn’t not come up with a witty comment. She did point out that because of my Platinum status, she had upgraded me to a pool side suite. I rarely use hotel pools but was grateful anyways, as I like the extra space.

[M]onday Night [F]ootball [F]un threesome

Warning … long story

At least 15 years ago, I traveled a lot for work. Nothing exotic, but I definitely accumulated miles. The work when I traveled was time consuming and draining, so usually after dinner I would hit the hotel bar or a small nearby dive for a couple drinks, with the goal of getting to bed by 10.

One time, as often happened, my hotel didn’t have a bar or restaurant attached, so I drove across the way to one that did. There was a BBQ joint attached to the hotel and I ate well on the company dime. Afterwards, I went to that hotel’s bar for some drinks and watched some Monday Night Football. I was just drinking straight light beers, which is a good thing, in that I wouldn’t get too buzzed.