Jul 22

Suites

So I had to go to Chattanooga for a meeting and because of my capo di tutti awesomeness I was not only sentenced to an extra week (I’ll note in passing that I’ve never had food delivered to the table as I ordered it in the State of Tennessee, they’re nice people and very polite but they can’t imagine you’d want Iced Tea without sugar for instance) but because of a booking mixup I got upgraded to The Presidential Suite.

It was actually kind of an awkward space that snaked around the central service shaft of the building and the room itself, not counting the hall, was barely big enough for 3 people to stand abreast which made hosting parties, one of my chief duties, fairly difficult.

It was only later that I found out it was supposed to be haunted. Couldn’t prove it by me, slept like a baby.

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