Harry Connick crooning.
Gilt fixtures and handsome men in suits asking me things like, "Ma'am, what can I do fo' you?"
* in their delightful accents, and surprisingly not all of them are southern...who woulda thunk it?*
I haven't tons to say this morning....just that the whole experience has been and continues to be so much better than I was expecting, and I was expecting fabulous.
I'm gonna try to scare up a little more coffee, and then I'm gonna work on a story or two until the rest of the world that doesn't work at the hotel catches up to me in wakefulness.
Til then, sleep tight babies, and dream of wonderful things.