
But last Friday I went to one to hear my sweetie play. I went on the condition that we rent a hotel room in Hot Springs so we wouldn’t have to drive home so late. And so that I could go buy some SJP Bitten garments the next day. Shopping is almost always my motive. Sad, but true. Lucky for us my brother is a waiter at Embassy Suites and hooked us up with a lovely room at the family rate.

I know I was awfully glad that you were there.
awww, how sweet!>>your hotel room looks really cozy, unlike most hotel rooms. I love love love white sheets, but do not actually own any. I’m afraid it will ruin the specialness of hotel rooms!
ooo you know i love embassy suites. next time we’ll get a double and we can come with you and i can stay our fill then leave it to the boys and go back to the room and watch movies. lol
I am enjoying your blog. I am an “altered arts” artisan and I completely understand and identified with your bar dilema and other mentionings from past blogs. I am married to a non-conforming UMC pastor and we both love to read Donald Miller. Please keep creating these interesting blogs. I don’t think your life can be described as little. Blessings, Katie (Ragamuffingal.blogger.com)
Here’s my Embassy Suite experience in Seattle this last weekend….. I died and went to heaven! Honestly! The bed was so fine I actually tore the bedding apart to find the label of the mattress pad! I have never slept so peacefully! It was a Serta Perfect Sleeper and the pillows Perfect Choice! Nancy