moosh in indy.

Traffic.
Two double beds.
Pool under construction.
Temple recommend ruined by a two year old putting it in an aquarium.
Failed to get the Dramamine labeled “non-drowsy”.
Ran into a glass wall. Hard.
So who cares about the rest right? You ran into a glass wall? OH DO TELL MORE. As if my nose weren’t big enough already it’s now red and swollen due to slamming it so hard into a glass wall that I left a forehead, nose, chin and lip gloss smudge the size of a football on the front entrance to the Hilton Chicago. I’d like to say it’s because I was distracted by some hunky Clive Owen look alike but no, I was just not paying attention. (Thanks non non drowsy Dramamine) I’d also like to say that the lobby was empty and that no one witnessed me whack into a glass wall so hard I took the Lord’s name in vain, but no, it was full. I hid in the car trying to salvage my pride, whole lot of good that did. I’ll bet they keep that smudge there until we check out just so they can snicker every time I’m forced to do the walk of shame through the lobby.