Swank

I am currently on the top floor of a swank hotel in The City that Banking Built in the SouthLand. Here for a little networking.

Swank hotels amuse me; each one has its own little quirks. In this one, for example, in order to use the elevator, you have to insert your room key first. Never seen that before. And they have the coffee maker on the desk instead of in the bathroom, you know, where the water is.

I came in here and there was some tranquil imagery and music on the TV, very funny, but no King-Sized bed as I asked for. Two doubles. Which is really really useless when you're just one little person.

It's gray and overcast here, raining even.

Has anyone ever noticed how when they're getting their picture taken, Southern girls always cock their head slightly to one side and smile in way that you *know* they practiced it in a mirror, or for months before their cotillion? Just a little something I noticed in the society pages of "Uptown" magazine.