I have Fergie’s song Glamorous in my head. I’m sitting in the Hard Rock Hotel for a company meeting and the room is pretty darn schmancy. The honor bar has a Wish Candle and a Love Kit right there next to the salted cashews.
Of course, I’m surrounded by Kleenex and sucking on cough drops. Sick again which is SO not glamorous. The nice hotel lady asked me what music I wanted playing in my room when I arrived and I laughed and said, “I have no idea. No preference.” So they ended up piping some Kurt Cobain. I really should have asked for something more upbeat.
I’m not hip enough for this place. LOL. Now if these were my young and wild days…but nowadays, I just want to be home with hubby to tuck me in. Am I getting old and jaded?
P.S. I sent the manuscript to Gail! Twiddling thumbs now. Maybe I should live it up and celebrate a little since I’m in this hip venue.
Really, I just want to light that wish candle and hope that a new story idea comes to me.