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Genie in a Bottle
Jul. 29th, 2005 08:00 am Friday
Section 5.0
Worcester, MA
I’m not even going to sit here and say that the Worcester Mariott is a five star hotel, but after roughing it for four days, it felt as though we were living in the lap of luxury.
Instead of a five-minute walk to the bathroom, we had one right near the bed, with a mirror that actually had a reflection.
Instead of a pond full of leeches, we had a warm pool and a Jacuzzi.
Instead of an air mattress, we had king size beds with lots of pillows and soft blankets.
Instead of hamburgers over the campfire, we sat down to a three-course meal.
And also, instead of tents, we had two adjoining bedrooms, which made all the difference in the world.
See, the theory had been, when we first set off on our little trip, that Tiger would have his own little tent, Ashes would have her own, and Corb and I would have a little bit of privacy, each and every night. And, my god, did that theory go south way fast.
Of course, both kids didn’t even last thirty seconds in their tents. The first night, both slept in our tent, making for a really tight fit. Ashes, snoring away to my left; Tiger, snoring away to Corb’s right. And Corb, claiming the lion’s share of the air mattress. Fortunately, Pauline, who has always been terrified of camping alone, managed to snag Ashes after that first night, but that still left a Tiger in our tent.
And quite frankly, even though the tent was pitch dark at midnight, without a lamp, neither of us was going to risk it.
So, having two adjoining bedrooms really meant something. It meant two televisions in each room. Two sofas. Two desks. Oh, and most importantly, one lock between the rooms.
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Section 5.0
Worcester, MA
I’m not even going to sit here and say that the Worcester Mariott is a five star hotel, but after roughing it for four days, it felt as though we were living in the lap of luxury.
Instead of a five-minute walk to the bathroom, we had one right near the bed, with a mirror that actually had a reflection.
Instead of a pond full of leeches, we had a warm pool and a Jacuzzi.
Instead of an air mattress, we had king size beds with lots of pillows and soft blankets.
Instead of hamburgers over the campfire, we sat down to a three-course meal.
And also, instead of tents, we had two adjoining bedrooms, which made all the difference in the world.
See, the theory had been, when we first set off on our little trip, that Tiger would have his own little tent, Ashes would have her own, and Corb and I would have a little bit of privacy, each and every night. And, my god, did that theory go south way fast.
Of course, both kids didn’t even last thirty seconds in their tents. The first night, both slept in our tent, making for a really tight fit. Ashes, snoring away to my left; Tiger, snoring away to Corb’s right. And Corb, claiming the lion’s share of the air mattress. Fortunately, Pauline, who has always been terrified of camping alone, managed to snag Ashes after that first night, but that still left a Tiger in our tent.
And quite frankly, even though the tent was pitch dark at midnight, without a lamp, neither of us was going to risk it.
So, having two adjoining bedrooms really meant something. It meant two televisions in each room. Two sofas. Two desks. Oh, and most importantly, one lock between the rooms.
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