Text E saying we should stay in this fancy suite at a hotel downtown some time. S and I are in the suite waiting for E, and I’m worrying that we can’t afford it. It’s a super nice place. Go downstairs to cancel the room, and a bunch of people are there. The train is late, and the people rush over to the platform when the train arrives. I go into a room and mess around with setting up a display. We walk outside to the desk to cancel the room, and the guy says it’s $100, and we can’t afford it. It’s also $5 for the chain, and we pay that, and the guy says the rest is corporate policy, and we can ignore it.
My exciting life, this place