new jersey hotel
man, haha. philadelphia is a pretty big place. i was supposed to go along with a school group but they missed their flight. which left me taking a trip alone. not so bad i guess. lots of time to space out. i talked to leah basically all night once i got to the hotel. we have these four hour conversations once or twice a week. they are the sort of conversations that put loneliness through a disappearance act. its a very nice thing to have when you’re in a hotel across the delaware in new jersey. first night in new jersey actually and not so bad. i got convinced by a taxi driver to not sleep at the amtrak station. i probably should have slept in amtrak though. i would have been on time for the technology conference that way. truth be told. i didn’t really want to be on time for the technology conference. i mean, i didn’t want to be late either. it’s just that i didn’t really care one way or another. the hotel was made to look like some kind of sleazy night club and it was all billed that way as well. the key card read, “you got a room” with the silhouette of a man and a woman standing beside each other sort of in the background, implying that now that you’ve checked into the hotel, sex is sort of inevitable. As if people in the hotel have all agreed to some sort of sexual contract. but the place really did look good. lots of sexy neon lights. but no lurid girls leaning against the modern looking faux chrome walls. i would have been uninterested anyway. after 12 hours of travel I wouldn’t have been very convincing as a fasho-suave hotel swinger. i pressed the button to the elevator and half expected the doors to open revealing a blonde in a pink mini with her hair teased. fortunately it was empty, just me alone on the orange neon floor. leah was a good sport on the phone though. she confessed her wish to be sickeningly overweight so that she wouldn’t have to be self conscious about what she looked like. being close to perfection was apparently unbearable, because what if this one feature was a little sexier? even the hollywooders, perfect to begin with, are forced into crazy surgeries to get ever closer to some impossible form of woman existing beyond the stars. i maybe should have told leah i thought she was rather stunning, but i saved it for some other time. you talk to someone long enough and you can say some crazy things. its best to sort of keep some things back.
