Honeymoon, pt. one

In the chaos of getting married I forgot to bring my camera to the honeymoon. When we go back to the hotels for our anniversary I’ll take pictures, but until then you’ll have to imagine it.

At the Ritz-Carlton in Pasadena somehow the room we reserved was upgraded to a suite. I don’t know how this was managed but I’m very grateful to whatever entity made this happen. I had wanted to stay in the main building, but when we got to our suite I didn’t care.

Just inside there was a little hallway and a lovely bedroom with a huge bathroom. The bathroom reminded me of the hotel room at the end of “2001: A Space Odyssey”. Down the hallway there was another little bathroom, a huge living room with a fireplace, a couch, a dining table a big t.v. cabinet (with surround sound), a desk and a doorway to a big wooden patio with a umbrella table and chairs. Perfect plush pale yellow and white décor, and I’m frustrated that I don’t live there. There was even a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and a "congratulations!" card from the staff.

We tried out the t.v. and surround sound by watching the first five minutes of my “Alien 3” DVD. I am wanting surround sound at home now.

The next morning our breakfast arrived at the room. We ate it out on the patio and it was shockingly good. I was stunned by the quality of the English muffins alone. The weather was nice, the trees were nice, and I’ve got to move back to the San Gabriel valley.

After breakfast Nicole took a shower and I tried to hook up my laptop to the hotel internet. Before I had even balked at the connection fee, through the window I saw a squirrel run onto our patio. I ran to the patio door in time to see him escape through the railing with my last English muffin. He turned to me, gave me a look of uncomprehending displeasure, and was suddenly gone with my muffin.