That'll Be Me, The Woman Barricading Herself In Her Hotel Room
I'm in Colorado Springs, brought in by the wonderful Colorado Springs Independent, the local alt weekly that runs my column. I'm speaking Thursday night to raise money for...well, here's the bit from the CSIndy:
Tomorrow, May 12, columnist Amy Alkon will be appearing at Stargazers Theatre and Event Center as a benefit for Stop Family Violence, and to discuss and sign her book I See Rude People.
I was really fond of them before they brought me here, but really, really, really, really fond of them when I got up to my hotel room at The Cliff House.
The desk clerk told me I was staying in the "Thomas Edison Suite." Mmmkay...I'll just toss my stuff in the room and come down and go to dinner with Jack, the CSIndy marketing manager. My room was up an elevator and flight of stairs, so the very sweet bellman had to carry my suitcase up (and he said he'd also show me around the room). Well okay, but what was he going to point out the bed?
And then, he opened the door.
That's the fireplace over on the other wall. Steam shower, jacuzzi (which the bellman showed me how to work), groovy appointments like an antique wood phone on the wall and some beautiful furniture and lamps...and a...HEATED TOILET SEAT!
And if you're around tomorrow morning at 10 am Mountain Time (converter here):
Amy Alkon will be appearing on our Facebook page at 10 a.m. tomorrow to answer your question for one hour. Look for her initial post and feel free to receive advice directly from the goddess who knows.
Oh, and should you be here in Colorado Springs at any point, Jack from the CSindy took me to the steakhouse The Famous, where I got a terrific steak. They cooked it just the way I like it (rarer than rare), and were even nice enough to cut up the leftover part so I could eat it in my hotel room tomorrow. (Can't wait -- it is a really fantastic steak.)
Oh, shoot...now I'm half-remembering some line Jack told me about his grandfather (he goes way back in Colorado). It was about ordering your meat so you get it rare. He'd say something like, "Wipe its ass, cut off the horns, lick it with a little flame and throw it on a plate." (I got the ass and horns part kind of right -- the rest I tried to keep in the spirit of the line, but Jack'll have to come by here with a correction tomorrow.)
(Yesterday's LAX TSA excitement to come after I'm home and have time to write it up.)