As we laughed and stumbled into the lobby of the hotel, I thanked the handsome concierge who told us about all the cool places in Milan (Note: he’d been one of the guys who’d given me flowers the day before for “Ladies’ Day”). We ended up talking for a long time, and I told him that I was coming back to the lobby in about an hour to meet the group, but I had to pack first. He told me to come down a little early and he’d have coffee with me.
Went upstairs and logged on to check e-mails and accidentally fell asleep! I woke to someone knocking on my door. I’d asked Handsome Concierge to make sure that I didn’t fall asleep. He’d sent someone to check on me! Thank goodness! I don’t think I wrote about it yet, but I slept through my alarm in London, almost causing me to miss the flight to Paris!! I rushed to pack and get downstairs.
HC was waiting. As soon as I got downstairs he ordered two espressos and we laughed and talked about the night before. I mentioned that my friend (Bob) was meeting me at 4:15 or so, and he said, “Oh, your friend with the blond hair?”
What?
Bob has graying dark hair. Immediately, I realized who he was talking about—JEFF!! I asked HC if his name was Jeff, and he showed me the guest list .YES!! It was Jeff. I asked him how he knew that Jeff was my friend, and he smiled and said that he just “knew”. He also told me that Jeff was staying in room 619—two doors down from my room!
Let me explain. I knew that Jeff was going to be in Milan because we talked about it before the trip, but he was staying in a different hotel. I jokingly told him to switch hotels so that we could hang out (and not have an affair!). I also knew that our schedules might keep us from hooking up. But it appears that Jeff made almost every effort to get as close as possible.
I knew I’d heard a knock on my door that evening when I was in the shower getting ready for dinner! I’m 99% sure it was Jeff. I’m really kind of glad I didn’t see him. But I did leave a note for him with HC before Boss met us downstairs. I think Jeff’s group is still in Europe, but I can’t wait to hear his story!
Bob, then AK, then Boss all made it downstairs by 4:30. Boss frowned at me for talking with Handsome Concierge so much. I didn’t really care at that point. It just irks Boss to no end when I smile and laugh and have fun. And she makes fun of me when I make a joke at my own expense. She finds things to latch onto. And when she does, she stabs every chance she gets. For me, it’s the boy thing. That, and the fact that I’m not much of a cook. I made a comment once about wanting to take a cooking class, and she asked me if I even knew how to boil water. A majority of the trip was spent dodging cooking and boy punches.
The taxis arrived and sped us all to the airport (ever been in a taxi in Italy? It’s molto scary. Can you say warp speed?), and soon we were headed back to the US of A. There was only one jab left from Boss. She heard me laughing at the very end of the flight when we landed and snarled, “What’s your deal?”
She just can’t stand to see me happy.
It was still a great trip, despite her. Super Freak.
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