SOME PEOPLE...

I love sharing hotel rooms, it reminds me of the days when my football team would travel for matches. In my mind. It must be the comradeship that comes from “just the guys” hanging out in a hotel room, being big girls.


On the first night of our vacation, Carl-Will took one bed Jerrod-Mike in t’other and I was on the fold out in the hotel room's living room. We had taken a pilgrimage to The Cuff for some mixing with the local boys and got back to the hotel around three in the morning.

We settled in pretty quickly after a failed attempt to find a Denny’s in downtown Seattle. I picked up food from the store in the lobby, said good night to the teammates  roomies  girls and tried to get comfortable on the fold-out sofa.

Soon I realized that the drapes where left open and found myself drawn to the window. I watched people moving around their high-rise apartments across the courtyard of the hotel. "God. That guy is rearranging his apartment in the nude. At three in the morning!" I said this out loud, judging him as I stood there pressed against the glass in just shorts eating a microwave burrito.

Some people are just weird. Rearranging furniture in the nude.