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September 22, 2006
Plenty of Room at the Hotel Colorado
"Hotel rooms constitute a separate moral universe."
- Tom Stoppard, Night and Day
No word yet on what kind of moral universe hotel room liquidators constitute, but I spent a good deal of time at one today and made some phiggity phat purchases for The Scarlet, including three gorgeous silver samovars ($25 each) and a glass topped side table ($35) that's just begging to be stripped and effed with. Um...maybe I should rethink that sentence, given the context.
Yep, so right - I skipped the blankets and sheets (ew.) and, though momentarily blinded by the preponderance of BRASS in hotel lighting fixtures (below), also made it out of there lampless.
More pictures of the somewhat eerie lunacy after the jump...
What's the over/under that the CSI ultraviolet/blacklight/semen detector/emergency flare would blow a fuse and start smoking in here?
Life of Bree --> not all glamour and fat-free pudding. Also, quite a bit of cardboard.
I am struck mute by this sign. Mute, I tell you. Paradigm change?! These are the same people that asked, jesticularly, if I was "edumacated" after I used the word "samovar." I matched this cunning wit by lobbing back that my parents sure hoped so. Then we all had a good laugh while my credit card was processed. But all too soon our shared appreciation of jesticles was through.
OH AND PS...this totally wasn't the scariest place I've been shopping this week. Those honors would go to the basement from Texas Chainsaw Massacre I nearly met my maker in on Tuesday:
I realize it's a bit blurry, but can you see the panic? Can you sense the fear? Can you smell the BABY DOLL?
Who doesn't...really...though?
Um...? What? Please let me go now, scary lady.
Posted by Bree at September 22, 2006 10:54 PM