I have been away for work since last Monday. Somehow I have managed to overcome my TV addiction and survive in a hotel that does not have TV. No, really, it doesn't. It's been a great trip. The weather has been lovely. Though there have been short bursts of rain they've been celebrated since it is so desperately needed here.
The bed in my hotel room is AMAZING. I have two balconies off of my hotel room and I sleep with the doors open on one. Cool, gentle breezes and no bugs, I have to love that. The other balcony is off of my bathroom and while I'm generally pro dramatic Evita-inspired balcony scenes, I just don't feel comfortable doing it while seated at the loo or in the shower. It's been suggested that perhaps I'm too guarded and I just need to learn to be free, but I really don't care about those things: I don't like audiences.
There's been a ton of great food; amazing fresh produce has been the mainstay, but all of the work I did was made possible through the copious ingestion of cookies. It's also possible that I now weigh an actual ton.
There's been lots of work, some good downtime, and let's face it, downtime means shopping. While I didn't have the amazing luck at the magic shoe store that I did last year, I will be schlepping one new pair of shoes back with me. Plus a t-shirt. And a cardigan. All purchased at amazing prices. And then there are the books, all ten of them* purchased in used bookstores.
Just when I start to think I'm getting comfortable living this healthy, laid back California lifestyle, I start to feel pangs of homesickness. I'm always ready to go home at the end of a trip, to get back in my bed. But this time? I realize that my eagerness to get home is strongly based on spending Tuesday, a day off, becoming one with my couch and catching up on a week of TV. Big Love is waiting.
Maybe I do have a TV problem.
*they are Screwtape Letters, The Commoner, A Primer on Prayer, Under the Banner of Heaven, Case Histories, Stiff, O! Pioneers, My Antonia, The Battle for God, and Sister of My Heart.
Oh, so jealous of the sleeping with fresh air breezes.
Posted by: Kim | February 09, 2009 at 10:44 AM
I just don't understand how your hotel doesn't have in-room TVs.
Posted by: PomJob | February 09, 2009 at 08:27 PM
Under the Banner of Heaven is seriously disturbing but really good, and will make you watch Big Love in a whole new way.
Posted by: Laura | February 10, 2009 at 10:11 AM
No TV would have been a deal-breaker with me. I don't watch much during the day, but at night....oh man!!
Posted by: Sheri | February 18, 2009 at 12:35 PM
The only hotel room I've ever been in without a TV was in Yellowstone park. It made me laugh because it was one of the nicest hotels in the park and all the Motel 8's along the highway advertised free HBO.
Posted by: iheartgreen | February 28, 2009 at 12:09 PM