I guess I'm just now able to talk about it.
I ate movie theatre refreshment stand cheese pizza while wearing 3-D glasses...alone. Then I went to Ross and bought three non-practical bras and a basket for my magazines.
There is so much wrong with those last two sentences. Who goes to Ross for sexy bras? I guess I have a wee bit of a commitment issue if I can't part with more than $6 for a turquoise push-up. I have to confess, though, that I love them. But I am a little disappointed that I didn't search for matching panties. Never underestimate the power of a matching bra and panties. I find that the older I get the more I want to be matchy in my lingerie choices. Now, don't get me wrong: I don't have to be so matchy that the bra & panties match and/or compliment the outer garments. Because that's not sophisticated and sexy; that's obsessive compulsive.
Oh, and I concluded the holiday by hand-washing those bras and hanging them to dry.
Amenities of Room 785: Complimentary white robe that goes with the complimentary white slippers. That does not match the drapes.
