Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Girl In Hotel Room: A Self-portrait
That's right. I am a Girl in a hotel room. I've been here for days. I watch tv. I order room service. I take the metro and get lost but pretend that I am very not lost. I smile at homeless men and wish that I lived in a larger city than Salt Lake. I shop at corner stores and wear the same 5 items of clothing. I work out in the scary hotel room that is converted into a makeshift gym. I brush my teeth with a hotel toothbrush and use tiny bottles of soap products. I put out the do not disturb sign so that the maid lady doesn't see the trashy mess I've made of my room. I unfold all of the neatly folded towels and watch them magically appear when I get back from the office. I take off the crusty bedspreads and arrange for a wake-up call. I change my clothes with the curtains wide open because it's a strange city and why not.