Last night was spent in an airport hotel, the destination of today’s round of meetings. The hotel had a theme for each floor’s rooms. After growing a beard at reception I made my way up to the alloted room, the theme thoughtfully scrawled on a badge on the door – Scandinavian.
It took me 15 seconds to unlock the door, turn on the lights and dump my bag but in the 6 or so steps I took I must have broken the laws of physics. The t.v. was slotted into a turret-like rotating binnacle six feet up a plastic wood veneered unit whose cubby-holes contained everything from the mini bar to the coffee/tea and iron. I had walked into IKEA somewhere around 1992.
Did it come with naked girls holding pitchers of beer, or did you have to provide your own? You make me realize how very un-cosmopolitan I am. I guess that’s the way of most Americans. I should start saving money, but until then, I will vacation vicariously through you. Where are we going next? And can I have the window seat please?
Did you have to assemble the bed yourself?
Sarah, no naked girlies, no beer and I didn’t think to supply my own.
We’re going to Edinburgh next, to a very cool bar. Start working out your wardrobe now.
Amanda, I liked that. There were 3 pieces left over and it sloped over to the right.
1992 eh? I’ll get you a list of vinyl I want, thanks…….