Too few cocktails induced ramblings

It's the last Friday of the summer and we're staying at a hotel in a metropolitan city close to our home. The timing couldn't be more perfect: the temperature is unnaturally high for late August, the office would've felt stifling, but the hotel room as AC and it's the perfect chance to enjoy the last outdoor cocktails of the season before fall starts.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE the fall. Which is probably why I don't like summer as much. Which is probably why I always drink too many cocktails during it.

(A side note: we have the puppy with us here. The hotel was kind enough to provide him with a bed, plates for water and food, and a bag of snacks. Luckily our little devil is a surprisingly good hotel guest, especially if you don't consider his weird tendency to start redecorating the place with towels, which he's doing right now as I write this.)

Back to the topic - cocktails - there's no such thing as too many cocktails, and since I haven't had any yet today, I'm on a mission.

No, actually, I wasn't supposed to talk about cocktails today. I was supposed to talk about staycations and how they're the most wonderful thing ever and that this hotel has so far delivered and we'll see how things go once I find the cocktail bar but so far it's good.

On another note, I love working at hotels.

I also love cocktails.

AND I'm on a mission - to have cocktails, to shop, to find a coffee shop that sells pumpkin spice lattes already in August. (Iced version if possible, since it's a warm day.)

Also, how great is this hotel?

RK out for now.