The Time I Spent The Night At Crockfords Tower by Justine
My parents make a continuous effort to demonstrate that their love for me is (at least) 10 times stronger than their love for my brothers and sister (combined). Even though if and whenever asked, they would never admit to this, I think we all know that actions speak louder than words. Naturally, I was the only one they brought with them to spend the night at Crockfords Tower. Initially upset about being away from home (one night is a pretty loooong time) and unaware of the 24- hour butler service available at the hotel, I went with equivocal enthusiasm/against my will.
The smell of paint filled the air in the car park. I love the smell of paint, but not in a dangerous/substance abuse way. (I'd rather sniff paint than car exhaust any day.) Actually, I'm not sure if it is the smell of paint that I love per se, or if it's because I associate the smell of paint with new stuff. (I love new stuff.) Speaking of smells, I love the smell of Lola by Marc Jacobs.
Anyway, they had a very elaborate and spectacular piece of glass art displayed behind the reception desk which caught my attention for 10 minutes. If you knew me, you'd know that my attention span for things like glass art is about 3 seconds. 10 minutes may be a slight exaggeration on my part, but I really do hope you think it's elaborate and spectacular when you see it. (Because it is.)
Uhhhh...... I can't remember much from last Sunday, except that our butler was really helpful and European (possibly Spanish). I was momentarily dispirited and even lost faith in the butler service when Christopher wouldn't help me write my essay outline or solve Math problems, but he redeemed himself (and the service) by getting me connected to the Internet.
After getting out of the steam room, I found a telephone to call Shaun with, and I did. Consequently, my dad ended up paying $20 for the phone call on Monday morning, which I think is kind of ridiculous. Not that much was even said that night, thanks to my mom who was insistent about putting Shaun on speakerphone and cuddling up next to me. (Even though it was already 1 AM and the bed was in the other room.)
I went to school with a backpack filled with undone assignments, which I guess made it just like any other Monday. (Or day, for that matter.)
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This weekend my phone got stolen. More on this soon. Cya!
