Late Night Snack? (aka. Last Night in LA)

So its getting on toward midnight in my hotel room last night... and their is a knock on the door. Surely my hostess from earlier hadn't tracked me down had she? (She was so going to get lucky if that was the case)

When I peeped through the whole it was some hispanic cutie in her satin night shirt (and presumably nothing else), only now she was knocking on another door. As I opened my door she came back. "No that's not the right room," she said. "Message?" I asked. The other door opened, another guy stepped out. "That's not the right room either." She then turned to me and said "No." Hmmm... why else would she be knocking on multiple doors dressed like that? Plus she had a duffelbag - that I assumed carried assorted massage oils.

Looking back, I guess it's possible she was a prostitute... and was looking for her customer - but had forgotten the room number.

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posted @ Saturday, September 17, 2005 9:07 AM

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