THEY HAVE A COMPUTER CENTER!
Woot woot! The effin' Hyatt in Abuquerque didn't have a business center, but the Comfort Inn in Little Rock does. Go figure.
So I've boasted here about the fact that I am rarely hung over and never yak post-drinkage. Well, the winning streak came to a splattery end last night. I hit the trash can, don't worry. I woke up early morning'ish feeling as if my tongue had spontaneously outgrown my mouth. I didn't have cotton mouth, I had Peter-effin'-Cottontail mouth (going easy on the cursing so as not to kick off the filter on this godforsaken computer).
I went to my first piano bar, and it was a rollicking good time. I don't think I've ever scream-sang my way through Sweet Home Alabama the way I did last night. Boy howdy.
Our suite isn't sweet.
Lunch was Italian. Fruit is good.
I love water.