Oh my. I got way ahead of myself and wrote about the Hamptons before finishing my story about my trip to LA. Oops. Here then is how Day 2 ended.
Quick recap – we are at the uber swanky Tropicana Bar poolside bar at the Hotel Roosevelt. It’s our last evening together after 2 fun-filled days Escaping the Boredom, courtesy of Ford and their hybrid SUV, the Escape.
A Daws boy on the left, Todd of Ford, Detroit, in the stripes. And tell me that’s not Kevin Federline in the back?
Sometimes you are at a party, you go to the washroom, and when you come back, the party’s over. That’s what happened to fellow blogger Michelle.
While she was gone, the clock hit the bar’s pumpkin hour of 1:30 AM, and the efficient yet always friendly staff whisked us all away to the hotel Roosevelt lounge.
Poor Michelle came back to find an empty pool bar. Upset that she didn’t have time to say her proper adieus, she ran through corridors and hallways looking for remnants of Ford bloggers. That’s when she found me, standing at the edge of the pool – lamenting the end of yet another fantabulous day, and trying to ditch Kermit.
It didn’t take her long to to convince me that this was no way to end our trip. We needed an after party, dammit, and I knew the place. My room with the cool outside bed, just 4 feet away.
A quick call to Megan Anderson of Hill and Knowlton to get some phone numbers, and we were soon joined by Stefan of Elephant Larry and Denis Logan of Superguncinema. Oh, yeah, and Kermit, who does NOT take a hint.
Kermit quickly familiarized himself with the minibar. The rest of us got down to holding a seance trying to connect with the dead spirits still wandering the halls of this famous haunted hotel.
But no spirits came – or so I thought at the time – and so we settled to watching everyone’s favourite viral comedies on the web. I pretended I was asleep because Kermit kept trying to tell jokes in my ear, only they weren’t funny.
Then I did fall asleep. Another deep glorious sleep in that wickedly comfortable bed.
In the morning I woke to a strange bugle call coming from the hall. And – ugh – Kermit snoring beside me. He insisted that he tried to leave, but that some one, or something was stalking the halls, and that he was afraid to leave. A likely story. Some amphibian’s been reading too many ghost stories.
PS. Heard from friends that Kermit is bragging to everyone that – uh, yeah, you guessed it. Damn frog.
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