24 September 2008

‘Be My Guest’

Current mood: fabulous

While in St. Paul, MN this past weekend, I made an amazing discovery. The Hilton Garden Inn not only provides a Gideon Bible in the nightstand drawer; but also shares a paperback copy of the 1957 Classic Autobiography 'Be my Guest' by Conrad Hilton. Yep, Paris' granddaddy wrote a book – and you can read it courtesy of Hilton Hotels and Resorts.

I 'borrowed' the book from our hotel room so that I could learn all about Pappy Hilton and the rest of the Hilton Clan. There is even a section with pictures for dramatic effect. It is a lovely book and Mr. Hilton vaguely resembles Wilfred Brimley on the cover. I don't know how he ended up with a grand daughter who got down and dirty with a night vision camera and some camo gear. They didn't cover that stuff in the book. I suppose an update is required!

If anyone wants to borrow the book, let me know. . . I can give you the hook up!

Last night, I went to bed at a decent time. Since the walk, I have been sleeping fairly well, with the exception of waking up due to itchy blisters on my feet. Imagine, if you will, a sleeping female human (that's me), a sleeping dog (that's Ebie), and a sleeping cat (Gracie) all wrapped in a down comforter on a twin sized bed (in a house with no kitchen). The sleeping human (still me) has a heating pad wrapped around her left leg; the dog is at the bottom of the bed, while the cat is sleeping on the pseudo-pillow at the top of the bed. .

Now, imagine the sleeping trio ripped from dreamland by the ringing of a cell phone at 3:26am. (That's 3:26am central time for those who require more detail). I looked at the ringing phone, trying to silence it with my Jedi thoughts, but it kept ringing. Then I noticed the caller ID and answered it with my standard "no I wasn't sleeping" voice, even though it is obvious that I was doing just that. The voice on the other end of the line made me smile through my drowsiness. It is always a pleasure to talk to friends I have known for 15+ years – even at 3am.

20 minutes into the conversation, though, I was surprised to hear the call waiting beep in my ear. Seriously, People, I know I seldom sleep – but this is getting ridiculous. I did not click over; which did not deter the second caller from trying again, moments later. I can generally only tolerate one pre-dawn call per night, so I again let the beeping continue until the caller gave up – or fell asleep. The world may never know.

Tonight, I am going home, watching 'Bones' on the DVR, then going to bed early. So, for anyone wanting to call me after midnight, you had better hope you are the first to call. I will only answer once.

PERSONAL NOTE: I'll check flights and see what can be worked out!

You could at least have the balls to be honest; bloody coward!

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Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.