September 15, 2009

Galveston and the Hazards of Travel

This is the beach at Galveston Island, where I've been for the last few days. Well, I haven't exactly been on the beach watching guys surf the whole time -- oops, did I say hunky guys were lolling about on their surf boards and taunting me with their eight-packs and beach boy good looks? No? That's good. Cuz I wouldn't want anyone to think I wasn't busy being an industrious conference worker. In fact, I was at the hotel across from the beach 99.9% of the time. You're looking at the .1% of freewheeling craziness I enjoyed. Hey, I like to let my freak flag fly.

This is the view from my room on the 15th floor of the San Luis Resort at sundown. One year ago, Hurricane Ike roared through the Gulf and devastated the island. A whole lot of rebuilding has been going on ever since, but many people lost everything. I met some of them. These folks are resilient and determined to come back even better than before. I know they will. It's not the Caribbean, but it's still beeeuuuuuuteeeeful, isn't it?

You know what the worst part is about traveling and staying in gorgeous hotels? Besides nothing . . . No, seriously, it's coming home. Take this evening when I came in. I dropped the luggage and made an immediate pit stop in el bano. I was surprised when I rose from the porcelain throne at how eerily quiet things were. Weird, I thought. Scary weird. Then I went to the sink. I held my hands under the faucet for like ten full seconds, maybe forty, while I pondered whether or not I had marbled cheese in my fridge for quickie consumption. Then . . .

WTF? Why isn't the water coming on? Why didn't the toilet flush? Where's the automatic hand dryer that blows your skin back like Tom Cruise's face on the high-speed train in Mission Impossible?

And that's when I realized -- I gotta do this shit myself? What is the world coming to when I have to handle my own levers? That's just uncivilized.
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19 comments:

Midlife Jobhunter said...

Oh, the life of a traveler. Sounds like a very fancy hotel. The only toilets that flush on their own for me lately have been in an airport. I always worry they won't flush before the next person in line goes in the stall.

Beautiful pics of the beach and sky.

powdergirl said...

And you shouldn't have to operate your own levers. Its not right.

If life is a beach, then WHERE THE F**K IS MY CABANA BOY??!!

Tell me that!

I know how you feel, its real easy to get real comfortable real quick.

Sounds like another fun trip, too : )

Sarah Lulu said...

Haha ..... and room service, where is it??????

Amy said...

I felt the same exact way after spending eight days on a cruise ship. The first morning I woke up in my own bed, I went down to the kitchen and just stood there. Where in the HELL was the guy that had made me a fresh omelet every morning for the past week?! I turned and walked into the bathroom. "WHAT?!" Where is the monkey made of towels that's supposed to be hanging from my mirror?! DAMN IT!!!

Snappy Di said...

And probably no cabana boy either... Damn! Have to apply your own suntan lotion too?

Di

daisyfae said...

i get hoarked off when i come home and find that the magic elves have not picked up my room, changed my linens and made my bed for me. daily maid service? pretty peachy...

Gaston Studio said...

LMAO! Doesn't reality suck?!

Twenty Four At Heart said...

Pretty beach pics. I'm struck by how flat the topography is compared to what I'm used to here in Orange County/California. Beautiful!

foxy said...

Hahahaha... I AGREE! WTF kind of caveman society is this?? Did you at least get to watch the True Blood finale??

Bella said...

hahaha! yep, I could get used to being spoiled, and yes! the view is beeeeeeutiful!

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

Funny how when you come home from traveling, you're either disappointed with your own house and its lack of technology and marble, or relieved because you have more than one flat-as-hell pillow in your own bed.

The Peach Tart said...

Oh dear. Welcome back to the real world.

♥ Braja said...

Can't you get a maid??

blognut said...

I'd say screw the conference and go spend more time on that beach next time.

Michelle Grant said...

Don't worry about it ... at least at home you don't have to hurl yourself against the stall door before you even get your pants back up, so that you don't get sprayed with the turbo flush backsplash. Or worse, it flushes while you do the wipey thing because it senses a little shift in weight. Oh man, nothing worse.
Nevertheless, I DO love hotels as well, especially when they are on a beach!

smiles4u said...

Reality sucks huh! Beautiful pictures!

Oz Girl said...

Love the view at your hotel... that alone is a reason NOT to come home, and add in the surfer dudes, well, one could understand why you wouldn't come home for a long time, only to have to work your own levers. It's just wrong on so many levels...

I just returned to KS from OH after visiting family. Needless, I was ecstatic to be back home. What a joyous feeling of freedom. I'll gladly turn my own levers!!! LOL

Jocelyn said...

Those automatic sinks make me feel invisible; they refuse to turn on for me. In contrast, the magic toilets seem to think I'm fifteen people, standing and sitting, standing and sitting...they flush and flush and flush, all during my quiet, controlled, steady urination.

So what I mean to say is: fabulous first photo there!

lovelyprism said...

LOL... been there, done that. It just sucks that we don't have those hand dryers in our own homes!
Galveston is lovely, I enjoyed it immensely. Texas is one of the few places I've traveled to that I always think would be a nice place to live.