Coming back from lunch I noticed an unopened bottle of champagne that someone left outside a door with their dirty dishes, so I snagged it.
I had figured I could carry my backpack onto the plane, but they made me check it. (If I had known that, I would have carried the pot on me. (Oh well, I got lucky again.))
(2pm) Other than the trips out for lunch and to get a newspaper, it has been a quiet day of waiting for the phone to ring.
It stopped raining finally, but it’s still mostly cloudy.
The view:
1. I am on the fifth floor.
2. There is a garden just below on the third floor roof. (Pretty!)
3. I can see the top of a few tall buildings
4. I can watch all the planes taking off and landing at LAX.
A walk would be nice! (Do some exploring and get some exercise.)
Still no word from Carrie. (Reminds me of the days I have spent waiting to hear from Erica.) (I wonder if she will show up or call?) (Oh well, wait and see.)-(Carrie is worth waiting on, regardless of the outcome.)
(3pm) I went for a little walk. (The airport, other hotels and lots of cars surrounds this hotel. (Not pleasant at all!))
(4pm) Tis getting to be a bit sunny finally.
Tis going to be a rush getting to the airport tomorrow. (The flight leaves at 4.20pm and the seminar gets out at 4pm. (I will have to cut out early.))
There are sure a lot of planes taking off and landing!
Still no word from Carrie. (I suppose I need to be punished some more.)
The tv news says there have been more shootings by gangs. (They drive down the street, pull up to a crowded intersection or a lone walker, shoot off a few rounds and then split.)
The Jamaican bobsled team paid their bill for going to the Olympics by selling souvenirs. (I wonder what else they sold?) (A bobsled team from Jamaica?)
Woody Allen’s "Manhattan" just came on the tv. (Neat!)
(6pm) Still no word from Carrie.
I can see the moon. (Beautiful!)
(8pm) I treated myself to dinner at the hotel. (Yum!)
(9pm) Quiet day. (Nice!)