Hotel Arrival

When we pulled up to the lobby at the resort it was near sunset. I mentioned aloud that the first thing I wanted to do was find a bathroom. Annoying stepmom parked the car, got out, opened my door and said in a sing-song voice, "You go run and go potty." She spoke to me as if I was one of her grandchildren. I wanted so badly to slap the stupid out of her but my bladder demanded attention first. There is nothing more satisfying in the whole damn world than relieving bladder pain by pissing every last drop out especially after being trapped in a car for the better part of a day.

The resort hotel appeared only half built and occupied. Branching out in two directions from the main lobby there was one whole wing that had been mostly constructed and then left abandoned to rot. It became a home for hundreds of birds. On the way to Ensenada I saw this sort of thing many times. Seemed like people began construction on a home or a business and then for whatever reason never finished it. These places were left to crumble, modern day ruins that made me feel like everyone around had mysteriously and suddenly died. I was fascinated by it.

After Autumn and I checked in and got a room key, we threw our stuff on the floor of our room and made a beeline for the bar. We both needed a drink in a serious way. Myself especially. Once each of us had grabbed an adult beverage we walked through the resort complex past the inviting swimming pool and wandered on to discover soft white sand leading down to the beach. By the time we made it to the water the sun was fading fast over the ocean's horizon. I wanted to see the sunset if we had enough time and we just barely caught it, bright red orange dissolving into sky and shimmering in the sea. Autumn seemed to be pleased with me that I suggested we hit the beach together for a romantic moment. It's little things like that she loves, and I'm so oblivious to it most of the time.