NaBloPoMo Day 10: Room service at the Ritz

 

Breakfast from room service at the 
Ritz Carlton in Philly

After Davie's funeral, it was weird to realize no one we know still lives in my hometown. My parents moved to a nearby retirement community, but they were traveling and their apartment is pretty far out of the way. It felt completely suboptimal to drive the whole way over there and figure out all the logistics just to stay in an empty place.

Also, it's like a three hour drive from the city and thus super taxing to go back and forth in one day. So we decided to see if there might be a nice place to stay in the vicinity. Call it a mini-vacation.

Turns out, there's nowhere nice to stay on or about my hometown. We wound up in Philadelphia. At the Ritz Carlton because why not. 

It's a pretty building and the restaurant
was surprisingly good.

View from the room:

Does this room overlook the street?
Oh why yes it does.
Thank you motorcycles at the crack of dawn.

Tom and I decide that our main endeavor is going to be to order room service for breakfast. This becomes the entire point of the trip.

We industriously locate the room service menu as soon as we get into our room, and really concentrate on the offerings at hand. There are discussions. After a lot of deep reflection, we arrive at our final answers, check off little boxes with a pen and hang our completed order on our door knob of our room. You can hang your order off your door knob up until 1am and still get your breakfast room service the following morning.

The whole experience was honestly pretty great. Apparently we excel at ordering room service. After it showed up in the morning, we entertained ourselves for I'm going to say an hour moving around the little bottles of jelly and ketchup and whispering, "let's put this little jar with the other little jars."

We are, apparently, pretty easy to amuse.