Driving to the location of the castle took far less time than I had anticipated. Carrying only my book bag and computer bag (I would go back to my car to pick up my overnight bag) I walked towards the door where the doorman eagerly opened up the door for me. I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face. I know in NYC doormen are common – but in Los Angeles, or at least where I hang out, doormen are as common as carpoolers. I walked through the door, laughing at the automatic doors that slid open grandly. If you listened closely you could hear Bach’s Fugue playing in the background. Teasing. But it was dramatic. To the front desk I announced who I was – a few clicks of the computer and the studious, business face turned into a welcoming host. “Miss CeCe” he said smiling, and “Welcome…” With the key in my hand I walked to the elevators, growing a bit dizzy from the carpet pattern, slight cigar smoke drifting through the halls from the patio across from the bar, and pure excitement.

“Are you going up?” A kind older gentleman asked me from a elevator.

“Sure!” I said – lightly jogging to the doors, my computer bag thumping gently against my thighs.

“Floor?”

“Um – 5th, please.”

He pushed the button next to his 4 and the doors gently closed. I didn’t know what kind of room would greet me when I stepped off the elevator. Holding my card that would be the key I walked towards my room and stuck the card in the little slot. A red light blinked back at me and I jiggled the handle of the door. Turning the card over I tried again. Several times I wiggled and jiggled that card in the slot before finally glancing again at the door number. Walking down the corridor I tried again. Green light. Entrance was granted. Hopefully I didn’t freak out the person in the other room too badly. I hurried through the door of my room just in case.

(Read on …)

Yes. I’m still working on it. It’s one of those posts that just has to come out right, you know? And when I force it out it just doesn’t do it justice and I really wanna do it justice, so – hang in there. Please.

In other news – how did April 1st go for everyone? I detest April Fools day. When I am convincing with my April Fools I feel bad for tricking the person – and when I am horrible at it (Dad! Your car got stolen!) it feels just as painful as watching a comic bomb.

What isn’t an April Fools day, but I totally wish it WAS is this fuckin virus stuff that has been making the rounds as of yet. I don’t know if anyone was infected or if the “bomb” didn’t go off or what happened, but in my little neck of the universe a computer came down with more virus’ than a kindergarten room during flu season. I went in to see if I could do anything for the patient – but I think the time of death was sometime around virus#2 and virus#31. I’m so not kidding. Luckily this was not my mac or my desk top, but a retired computer of mine that I don’t even use – but had loaned to a friend. Bummer. Anyway — hope you all stayed protected and practiced safe surfing. “Suit up!”

Will write more later. Promise.

**update on the computer that fell ill**
It was touch and go for a bit, but the computer is back and running smoothly, thanks to some technical support and a few virus scan and cleanses later (and holy water, blessing from the pope, and a coffee enema). It has a few scars from the experience, and is back in my possession. I’m not exactly sure what I will use Delia for, but she will be put to good use.