I don’t leave New York all that much. Last week I went to California. I’ll just say: I didn’t fare so well. And I really do think there was something wrong, perhaps even deadly, about that hotel. I also had a layover in Phoenix. Here are photos.
The ground in PhoenixThe ground above PhoenixIn California: art, comforterA theme park, in the distance; will not goThe view, not much during the dayThe view, decidedly better at nightMe, with the view; no, not for The Mirror ProjectRoom service was good, and as expensive as your dad warnedNow might be a good time to call for helpDirections to the wine country; no, just to less-tasty meeting roomsWarning signs: 1) no smoking, obviously; but what about 2 and 3?Warning signs: 2) don’t drink in this hotel, or elseWarning signs: 3) this hotel can kill every living thingI lived on the thirteenth floor
