Romantic Weekend

Oh, how great a romantic weekend in Napa is. I’m unbelievably bored hanging out by myself. Walked around this morning to find the library (and hence, a computer) because the internet at the hotel is all messed up. Finally got there, and it was closed. Didn’t open for another 30 minutes, so I decided to walk around some more. There’s really not much here. It’s like an odd mix of poor rednecks and people with so much money they don’t know what to do with all of it. So, I ate breakfast, then went to the library for the computer. They gave me 30 minutes worth of internet access. It’s amazing how quickly 30 minutes goes.

So then I wandered back to the hotel after visiting the nearby vintage shop. Now I’m starting to wish I was a smoker so at least then I’d have something to occupy my time with. But instead, I’m sitting in this room, spilling my guts into a Word document that I’ll copy later because the hotel internet is ridiculous and not working.

So yes, I’m on a romantic weekend, but it doesn’t happen to be mine. I did, however, get the pleasure of experiencing the room next door having sex 3 times last night. And yes, the walls are thin so I heard everything. First at 11, then 4, then 8. Sweet. I couldn’t get the old couple who hate each other and never speak anymore. I had to get the young lovers who can’t get enough of each other.

I’m planning on going to a winery later, but I have to time it right so I don’t just end up drinking and feeling sorry for myself at some tasting room and missing the wedding. Yes, I could see me doing something like that. So, biding my time watching a bad Jim Carrey movie (as if there were any other kind), wishing I had internet access to keep my pathetic self busy and distracted.

Waiting for the couple next door to do their thing.