hotel

Ode to the hotel in Virginia Beach alvin September 10, 2019 - 5:26pm

I’ll guess that I’ve spent at least two or three months of my life living in a particular hotel in Virginia Beach (including finishing the Scala Cookbook there), and this photo/painting is an ode to that place.

History of the Eagles (an American band) alvin August 18, 2019 - 10:06am

I had a chance to watch part of the History of the Eagles when my RAV4 broke down and left me stranded in New Mexico, and it was good. If you like The Eagles, you’ll like the documentary.

Water use in hotels in Santa Fe, New Mexico

A nice thing about most hotels in Santa Fe is that they treat water like you’re living on the Space Station. They have signs like, “You may have noticed that there’s not a lot of water around here. Please don’t waste it! Thank you, the management.”

At restaurants they usually only give you water if you ask for it, and I remember one time a waitress asked if I was really going to drink it or just look at it.

All of which reminds me of being at a hostel one time, where there was a sign that said, “Save water, shower together.” :)

Two hotels and an apartment alvin October 8, 2017 - 10:07am

On this day a few years ago, when I first moved to Colorado, I was living in two hotels and an apartment, a by-product of moving here from Alaska, with all of my belongings in my car. (Little did I know it, but I would move again a month later.)

“You died in a hotel in 1984”

I’m laying in bed in my apartment, and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s dark, so as I walk to the front door to see who’s there, I see white light coming in from all sides around the door. “Must be one heck of a light out there,” I think. I open the door, and my wife (who I’m separated from) is standing there, and this white glow is all around her.

I don’t even get a chance to think or say hello, and she says, “You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream.”

With this, I instantly wake up in my bed. My body is shaking like crazy, but I jump up, look back and think, “I am NOT getting back into that bed tonight.”

As I walk around the apartment debating about whether I should try to sleep on the floor or just go into work at four o’clock in the morning, I remember ... I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984.

The haunted Lodge at Santa Fe (New Mexico)

In 2014, my mom, three sisters, two nieces, and I went to a hotel in Santa Fe, New Mexico known as The Lodge at Santa Fe. Shortly after we got in bed the first night, I was in the hypnagogic state between being asleep and awake when I saw three young Native American girls. When I first saw them they asked, “Do you know who we are?”