I’ve gotten strange looks from co-worker s(guess that is what to call tem) at the ghetto company about staying at the hotel on the campus of what is now son’s Alma Mater instead of a regular and a bit less expensive hotel ,which would mean a longer commute and earlier wakey-wakey time.
But unlike a ‘normal’ hotel, staying here has its unexpected perks. Like tonight, taking a short cut through the Music Ed building, heard piano music, investigated and found there was a kid on stage polishing his rendition of one of my favorite pieces of piano music. So, discretely took a seat and listened to him play while I ate part of my Quesadilla.
Life can be good.