Thursday, April 24, 2014
Day Seven-- Abe the Historian
This is a man who takes his job as unofficial team historian VERY seriously! I appreciate it, as it makes my job as family blogger a lot easier.
I don't have a picture of the final thought for the evening, but let me give a little back story. We gladly would have paid to use a coin operated washer and dryer in the hotel to do our laundry, but it was not to be. The Ritz-Carlton and others like it do not wish to see their guests washing their own clothes. I'm sure we could have called someone from downstairs to come and collect our laundry for us (and charge us a very pretty penny for such a service), but we are not to do such menial work ourselves. Instead they are so helpful as to force us out into a dark and stormy night in search of a laundromat.
But I can get over that, because it was sort of interesting to go to the laundromat and didn't take that long. The thing I'm not quite over is the humor of quite possibly the most glamorous moment of my life: Walking from the parking garage through the very large, fancy lounge area filled with the very type of people you would expect to find in such a setting, drinking and socializing. Meanwhile, Abe, Camille, and I (in my very ill-fitting yoga pants and pregnant belly hanging out) are toting our garbage bags full of clean clothes-- as opposed the bags of dirty clothes we toted out earlier--and my laundry soap hanging out of my bag.
Listen, I tried to be discreet. I tried to find a coin-operated washing machine at the end of my hall. I didn't want to parade my dirty laundry through your nice lobby. If I have somehow tarnished the image of the hotel the management is trying to portray, I apologize. If you would please just install a couple of do-it-yourself operations for those rare guests who are accustomed to such menial labor, we could avoid any awkward encounters in the lobby of your hotel next time.