I had a friend fly in from New Hampshire on Sunday, and I took a mental health day on Monday to run around San Diego with a him and a couple of other friends. He is also a website publisher, maybe you’ve read some of his articles? His name is Tim Carter of AskTheBuilder.com. On Sunday night we went for Mexican food (he wanted some of that “green stuff” we call guacamole) and he was so excited to be serenaded by his very first Mariachi band.
The next day we got together for lunch with a mutual friend who was staying at the Hyatt in San Diego. I had suggested we all gather at my house for lunch (I offered to barbecue steaks!) but our friend insisted we come to his room at the Hyatt because we just HAD TO SEE IT. Now I’ve stayed at hotels all around the world, and I didn’t understand why I had to drive to downtown San Diego to see his hotel room. Then he explained that they had given him the Penthouse Suite.
Wow! Talk about the life of a rock star! Yikes! No, our friend (let’s call him Russ, ’cause that’s his name) is not a rock star, just a business man who is a member of Hyatt Rewards Club. I guess the room was empty, and they thought … why not give Russ a thrill? So, up we trudged in the secret elevator, to the ONLY suite on the Penthouse floor. We ordered room service (why not?) ate at the dining table (which would have easily seated eight) and looked out at the beautiful harbor views as Russ played a song for us on the grand piano that was in the living room. So, here is a snapshot of me, living la vida loca, in the penthouse suite. Ooh la la!
Me living the life of a rock star (for one lunch, at least!)
very cool