January 25, 2004

Our hotel room usually costs $400 per night. It is yellow and green and red and happy. There are swirls and diamonds and waves and stars all over the place. There are three glass elevators. When I called the front desk to request a wake-up call, they answered the phone with “Hello, Miss Silva. How may I help you?”

There are free cookies in the lobby.

We had a preposterous dining experience, in which we received the wrong dishes multiple times and in all the wrong order. And the water in this part of Texas tastes real funny.

We spent our evening pretending to be dolphins in the pool.

I am waterlogged and sleepy.

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