Doing this to support my kids....
Trip Start Aug 04, 2011
132Trip End Jan 04, 2012
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Where I stayed
Did we do anything on arrival? Not really. An omnibus of CSI kept us entertained for the evening but we had already eaten and it was too late really to start anything. The hotel I had booked what seems years ago but is in fact only months costs more per night than anywhere else we have stayed. It is an extortionate price per night for somewhere little better in decor than a hostel and with less facilities. Our room on the second floor shares a bathroom (we were aware of this when signing up) but the bathroom has been out of action this evening due to some form of 'accident' (this is the hotel speak and not mine)
The Hostel, sorry I mean Hotel/Inn, does not have a common area away from the outside patio and is next door to a club, however is not in a bad area located on 17th Street in Chelsea. The room reminds me a little of the rooms of a couple of houses I lived in in Longsight, Manchester during University. These rooms desperately needed decoration (also had paper thin walls), the beds creaked, radiators squealed and holes in the wall had been filled not too carefully with spray foam, as does the room we are staying in.
The staff are very friendly and helpful and I guess it is just the way in the "City that's never Cheap" (I think thats meant to be the City that never sleeps but no matter) that you just have to roll with the punches. It's just a bit of a shame we didn't end on the Tropicana in Vegas or the Wyndham Blake in Chicago as they were real high points of comfort.
Now for the real gossip
We hear some chatting from next door. An Australian guy (who is pretty loud because of their confidence) and an American girl. It seems wierd because their conversation sounds like that of a couple who have only just met. It's a little bit like small talk. Kate tells me that they were talking about movies and the sort of thing they like.
They go a bit quiet for 10-15 minutes and the TV is just audible from their room. I joke with Kate that she is an escort and so they've done their small talk, getting down to action and then she'll be off soon. We both laugh it off quietly and get back to Laurence Fishbourne getting more irate.
Very soon we hear some coinage drop on the floor just the other side of our door partitiion. We look at each other and smile "He's just getting his change out to pay a tip" I joke.
Minutes later they both leave. Must have just met each other or something and now they are going out.
What seems like only two minutes later next door returns
On the hour, an hour after the first visitor; someone arrives at his door and is let into the room. We hear the Australian man talking and then we hear a new voice. An American, German, slightly confused accent. Intrigued, Kate drops the level of the volume on the TV and we nosy in - it sounds so obvious as we have gone near silent after having guns blaring seconds before. I give Kate 'the glare' and so slowly Kate edges up the volume so she can hear next door without sounding like a stalker.
I don't listen but Kate fills me in on the conversation. It's another introduction, another load of small talk. "I'm only doing it for my kids", "What do you do for fun?", "I don't do much really, just spend time with my kids, I'm a bit boring". and then Kate heard a bit of "You're going too fast" from the lady when things had gone a bit quieter yet again.
Not only were we right that this guy was with a hooker, sorry, escort - it was his second escort within an hour and a half. Good stamina, good for him - but damn, if he's got that kind of money, he could have chosen a better hotel.
She left after about 45 minutes of the hour. I'm not surprised, he must have been exhausted.
On the hour. we heard someone outside next door's room again. They had a key and let themselves into the corridoor that contains the shared bathroom and their room and then stood waiting. It was quiet for a few seconds.
Obviously, and it was a comedic obviously, the Australian man next door who had been clearly having a chillax coughed loudly twice. It was blatant.
A second Australian man entered and the first thing he asked was "Did you see her then?"
We didn't listen to the conversations of their exploits because all of a sudden it made sense and seemed a little less seedy, but seedy all the same. For some reason, it just seemed funny now.
The two men, both Australians shared the room. They are in New York together. For whatever reason - maybe because they are on holiday, maybe just because (they are Australians after all) - they decided it would be funny/enjoyable to see a couple of hookers and so what do you do if you share a room? You take turns. The first had an American and then left, enabling the second guy to come back and have his German. The plan was so well executed they had agreed on a signal to say all was clear and return to the room was safe.
Because they were so quiet it wasn't annoying. Because of the situation it was hilarious. God bless the Aussies for always providing some humour. They were fast asleep by 10pm, awwww, how sweet.