The hotel was hopping last night. There were three distinct groups vying for space on the elevators as I padded around to get a Pepsi from the vending machine.
1.) The army contingency. They were quite affable in the packed elevators, commenting that we couldn’t fit any more people on board ’cause so and so’s ass was too big.
2.) This made the elementary school teacher’s association women giggly.
3.) These groups banded together though, quite perplexed by the (please tell me they are) teenagers, there for a fantasy convention.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t and SHOULD HAVE probed for details about the latter as the outfits were bordering on cool. Big swords and brightly colored wigs. Mid-rifs exposed. Shiny robes. Wands. Eye shadow. and lots of stuffed pecs and busts.
You wouldn’t believe the sexual energy bottled up in the hotel that night.
I caught the above photo as I was leaving this morning.
I probably should have stayed, but I wanted bacon and eggs.