New Directions and Old Cigars

"So, this is it."

Thursday night, Corb had a Christmas party at his hotel, along with a short shift that started off at five in the morning (the price of being the manager, I suppose). Given the holiday reveling and late shift, he decided to book a room in the hotel for us...ummm, for himself for the night.

Okay, I came along for the ride. It was my first time, checking out his new job location.

The place was built about a year ago, so of course it was beautiful. Each room had a chaise lounge in it, and because these are rooms for travelers staying for possibly weeks or months at a time, each one has a beautiful kitchen with Thermador refrigerators.

I arrived late, so Corb made me up a plate of food from the buffet (they have an on-site staff of cooks who prepare the meals), and he showed me around the place.

We fell asleep early, around ten, right after Scrubs. It had been a long week.

One of the things that Corb felt a bit of anxiety about was introducing me to the people at his work. As a result, it became, basically: "This is Ted." It's really the first time he's ever felt even the slightest bit hesitant about that, but I understand. It's only the first few weeks into his new job, and you never know what the attitudes of some people will be. Sometimes it's better to ease people into things.

For some reason, I woke up at two o'clock. The thought of all the presents that still needed to be bought and the disaster I created with the Capitol One check was weighing heavily on my mind. I got out of bed and walked around a bit, then peed, and I was able to drift back to sleep. The bed was quite comfortable, and I'm picky about those things.

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