I wake up warm and fuzzy and hoping against hope that the concierge will let us stay a little longer than check out time. Turns out, they're a little anal and so everyone has to shake off their last-night/early-morning's daze and slug forward to collect their belongings within an hour before checkout.
I'm not too happy about this, so I crawl back into bed, put the covers over my head and try to stay warm just for a little longer.
A few hours later, my warmth is gone, replaced by good friends at a horribly obese buffet.
Written 7.12.11
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