Another Night at the Hotel

No, no, Hubby and I aren't on the outs. Rather, I've checked into a local hotel in order to get some work done on the dissertation. Some of you may remember previous hotel jaunts that I blogged about here, here, and here. Well, here I am again. I've had to check into a different hotel, however, because my favorite hotel (which is so beautiful and right on the bay and has a great bar and is where Hubby and I got married) is being renovated (which is kind of a drag because now their prices will go up).

But this new hotel is good, too. It's not as beautiful outside and the room is VERY flowery, but if I had a hankering to walk around the little town, it's much closer than my favorite hotel. But, since I'm here to work, I won't be walking around town, and I do have to listen to street noise. That said, I do have a little balcony, and I can hear the fog horn (or buoy noise or whatever it is out there in the bay). And let me tell you, the fact that I have to settle in and work for the next 20 hours (with some sleep in the middle) is a bit tough to take.

I'm not complaining. I love hotels no matter what I'm doing, but let me roll out the specs: I am two blocks from the bay. I am three blocks from an awesome, local, single screen movie theater, which is showing The Descendants. I am close to many restaurants and several coffee shops. I mentioned the balcony. I have a king-sized bed, cable TV, a GIANT tub, a fireplace, and a sofa. At 5:30, there is a wine-tasting hour downstairs*. I haven't checked yet to see if I have HGTV. but I also have a hardback novel, two magazines, and my Kindle. I also have a bottle of Bombay Saffire, a bottle of tonic water, and 1.5 limes. I have Snyder's pretzels and some Organic Peach White Honest Tea. And I have my iPad and a wifi connection. Check out is at noon tomorrow.

Am I doomed? Oh, it would be so nice to just settle into a pleasure reading / cable TV watching / movie going / wine tasting extravaganza. Wouldn't it? ZOMG. I'm dying just thinking about it. But, and pardon my French, I gotta get some shit done, so I'm gonna be strong.

I'll give you an update later to let you know how it's going.

*I've got scruples, but come on. You know I gotta go down for the wine.

Update #1: Yes. I have HGTV. *twitches*

Update #2: Just went down for the wine tasting. No cheese! So I got my glass of chardonnay and came on back up stairs. I'd probably be better off just drinking a weak G & T (less sleepiness), but damn if I didn't forget a knife for cutting the lime. As for progressing, I'm gaining some good clarity on methodology, but also finding that I need to read a lot more in the area and sub-areas of that methodology. Bah.

Update #3: How is it that I've been writing for over an hour yet have the same number of pages as when I began?

Update #4: Just turned on the fireplace. So awesome. I want one for my house SO MUCH.

Update #5: Shouldn't have had the wine. It made my rosacea flare, and now the heat of my face is distracting.

Update #6: I'm going out for a burrito. Wishing I'd brought shoes other than flip-flops.

Udpate #7: Less than 30 minutes later. I've eaten a burrito the size of my head and washed it down with a Mandarin Jarritos. After a chilly walk back to the hotel, I'm hoping that I won't promptly fall asleep. And, in order to get more pages finished, I've decided to stop fretting about the philosophical underpinnings that I don't understand and start writing about the literature, itself, that I do understand. So there.

Update #8: Woke up to a full power outage at the hotel. Fortunately, my laptop is full charged, so I can still work rather than just reading leisurely on the balcony. But I don't have access to hot tea, so I having to settle for semi-cold Honest Tea, along with cold Continental breakfast items: Frosted Flakes and mini-muffins.