I’m not sure where the vanilla is hiding in here, because I’m getting that hot jell-o mix taste that I get from so much red fruit tea. But I’m in a hotel, and I’m exhausted, and this tea bag came with the hotel. It’s not undrinkable, but it’s certainly not delicious either. I really can’t distinguish this from most other teas in the same genre.
So instead I’ll complain that this Marriott, like most, has no free ‘net access from anywhere but the lobby, and I didn’t realize this until after changing into my pajama pants with the little skulls and stars on them. And since I am here in a professional capacity, I’d prefer for folks in the group not to see me in my nightwear. I was admiring my room’s lovely desk with copious wall jacks for my laptop, before realizing it’s just all part of Marriott’s attempt to seduce me into paying $12.95/day for internet access. Dear Marriott, I am getting reimbursed to be here, but considering what I paid your hotel for my lunch I think I’ve already used my per diem for the day.
