Hyatt Place, Cherry Creek, Denver Colorado
12:04 a.m. A loud knocking sound on my door. "Jenny, we want to wish you a happy birthday, open up!" My name is Kat and it's not my birthday. I yell out, "I'm Kat and it's not my birthday!" More loud banging. Drunk girls singing happy birthday to Jenny. I get up, open the door and say, "I'm not Jenny and it's not my birthday, go back to your rooms." Silence. More silence. Heads low, "Sorry." Very drunk girls saying sorry over and over again. Silence. More silence. Me waiting. "Do you know where Jenny is?", says one drunk girl. My reply, "She's on the 4th floor." I'm on the 3rd floor. Sorry 4th floor guests. A girl has to do what a girl has to do.
Ha ha! That's hilarious. I wonder if they ever found Jenny. Perhaps they found Larry instead. Larry is the fat, sweaty, creepy man that is on the 4th floor. He tells them that they look "mighty pretty" and invites them in for a Budweiser out of a can.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Keep the stories coming! Great blog.
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