Best weekend of my life…read more
I rolled up to this sleepy little beach town honestly not expecting much. BOY oh BOY oh BOY was I wrong.
When I arrived, I checked in and was greeted by the friendliest and burliest front desk man I'd ever known, he told me he bought the hotel with proceeds from his side gig during the war in East Timor where he started an underground cigar trading ring, and smuggled out meerkats.
The room was a GLORIOUS shade of grey and lime green accents, the 1806 louvre curator would roll over in his grave. I hosed myself down with the fanciest shower head I'd EVER seen, (WINK WINK), and I stumbled down to the lobby for a late night latte.
Little did I know, the mime convention of my DREAMS was also staying at this hotel. I was in MINE HEAVEN! Luckily I had an old black and white getup in a garment bag in the back of my car, so I could fit in. I spent the night regaling in silent stories of life on the mean streets of Paris- AND BEYOND. We silently snickered into the wee hours of the early evening and sipped on decaf cappuccinos - I felt like a teenager on Rumspringa.
10/10 WOULD MIME AGAIN