Hotel, checked in. Suite upgraded from king with interior view to double-queen with exterior view and balcony. Dull drive with nice roads. Four year anniversary about to commence with hot tub action and relaxation.
Sitting here, I spy a few stray thoughts peacefully grazing in the snowy field beyond the frosted pane before me–
It was four years ago, in the same hotel, that I began Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan. Not so coincidentally, I brought the first five volumes with me.
It was four years ago, in the same hotel, that I began to feverishly scribble notes onto a found pad of paper. Said notes, though long lost, were the seeds for the Dungeons & Dragons campaign that I’m currently mastering. Not so coincidentally, I brought my laptop and campaign notes collection with me.
It was four years ago, in the same hotel, that my wife and I were wed and, within fifteen minutes of the ceremony’s conclusion, were feverishly validating the abstract union of marriage with something a touch more substantial. Not so coincidentally… well, dear reader, I’m certain you can fill in the blanks. Lord knows that I’m about to.
Yup–gonzo cyber-punk, flights of fantasy, and sheet rumpling. Hard to complain, methinks.