We arrived in California last night after a looooong trip. We expected warm weather and some of us were almost dressed in a bathing suit. So it came as a surprise that the weather was of the kind you would expect in Reykjavik, rainy and rather cold…
The hotel is nice. The room I got though was very odd in some way I can’t quite define. I really didn’t like it. So I asked for another one and got a much better room.
If you believe in otherworldly stuff (and some of us do) it is easy to come to the conclusion that hotels are psychic cesspools. All kinds of individuals pass through them and they often do tragic things to themselves.
A man I know quite well told me that he once asked his friend, who works in a hotel, what was the worst thing about his job. His reply was: “To take out the bodies.”
Apparently suicides in hotels are quite common. The atmosphere where someone has killed himself/herself can’t be healthy. No doubt we will be staying in such places some of the time.
On a less sombre note: No rehearsals today. So I’ll take a long walk around. Los Angeles seems to be an exciting place!
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