Tuesday, March 23, 2010

So Long, Paramount Hotel

I will miss the way you restrict my ability to turn around in the shower. The stench of hooker perfume that punches you in the face when you enter the lobby. The single electrical outlet for a couple to share. The beautiful people and all the tight-fitting black designer clothing they don.

But most of all, the solitary lobby chairs, each unlike any other, just like those who nestle their fabulous arses in them, blatantly ignoring the prohibition on luggage and drink, because special people have special needs.

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