Hot City Diary: Day 67

Peeling myself off the couch.  It's hot and the pool of sweat that I'm laying in also works as an adhesive with the faux leather couch.

I get up only to get light headed and sit right back down.

It's too hot to do anything.  Gahhhhhhhhhhhh.

I just lay back down and listen to the sound of the fans and television and start to doze off.

I'm in a hunting lodge in Alaska.  There's all kinds of people milling about and I introduce myself to some and pour drinks for others and sit down and talk with some more until we all decide to go outside.

Somebody opens the lodges front doors and a wicked wind  blows some snow inside and blows out some lanterns.  I grab a hold of my gun and make my way out into the cold great wide open.  Nobody follows me.  It's just me and my dog and once I'm outside they close the door.  I'm sure they'll let me back in if I knock, it's my dream, but I decide to wander around outside.

Soon I'm surrounded by a million trees.  Covered in snow.  My dog and I walk around them and over fallen trees and into the woods.  Our feet stomping thru the snowpacks and my dog chases a bunny rabbit and now we are running thru the woods and kicking through the snow and find ourselves in a big open field.

It must be a lake during the hotter months, but now it's frozen solid.  I dig through the snow and find the top layer of ice and clean the snow away so I can see the surface.  I'm looking at something in the ice.  It's a scene that's playing out on a television.  I try to look closer.  It's people walking around in a snowy wonderland on a television.

That's when I wake up on the couch with my favorite television show on.   I try to get up off the couch but I'm too weak.  I just lay there and come in and out of these dreams and watch TV.

Hot City Diary: Day 77

Michelle skips to the front desk and tells me she hates her husband and wants to get a room.  She's re-doing her home in the area, and she's got a lot of money; so she says, and she just can't stand her husband tonight so she needs to get away.  Of course this all comes out in a drunken slur and I realize she is really drunk after she gallops like a pony out of the lobby once I tell her the price of the room.

She comes back about ten minutes later with a Mai Tai and puts her purse on the counter and tells me to find whatever  I need to charge her for the room.

She stands there and tells me how adorable I am and grabs for my face.  At first I avoid her grabbing for me but soon I stop dodging her advances so I can concentrate on her reservation and find myself getting a face massage.  Fantastic.

The bartender comes in and tells me she never paid for the Mai Tai and she hands him a ring.  He smiles and walks off.

After a few minutes of listening to Michelle whisper and slur a conversation she's been having for quite some time with herself, I'm ready to swipe her credit card and issue her keys but I find her credit card went bad in 2012.  When I tell her this she picks up her Mai Tai and runs off out the front door, leaving her purse and some other patrons wondering whats with the drunk housewife?

I continue my paperwork and put her purse aside and she comes back in ten minutes with another purse and tells me she can't find anything.  She dumps most of the contents on the counter and reminds me that she owns the hotel.

I find an American Express amid the receipts and power bar wrappers.  There's also a lot of makeup.

I run the card and it works and she finds a twenty dollar bill and gives it to me, and grabs the keys and a map and winks and gallops back out the door.

I continue my paperwork and in no more than thirty seconds I'm assaulted by some passive aggressive drunk that wants to talk about his great uncles hat he is wearing and then scream about the bad service in the restaurant, all the while standing too close.  I call security and they stand between us and tell him to go away.  He doesn't go away initially.  He wants to know why he has to go away and we tell him that the bar is closed and he has to go to his room or go home.  He doesn't have any shoes on and we find out he's just some guy that lives next door.  Whether it's the meth camp or the new condos is anyone's guess.  Finally he goes away after asking "Why?" at least 50 times.

Then Michelle comes back and tells me she can't find her room.  Security walks her over there.

I continue my paperwork.

The bar starts to close and one of the last songs is A$AP Rocky with Fuckin' Problems, it's just the hook, over and over, and it seems like that's the theme tonight.  Fuckin' Problems.

I continue my paperwork.

The phone rings and a guest tells me that some woman is in her room and she is telling everyone to get out because the hotel belongs to her and every room belongs to her, no matter what.  You try paying insurance on this bitch for one month, see you do that, she says loud enough so that I can hear her over the phone.  I ask if it's a tall blonde, and the guest tells me that her name is Michelle.  I send security over to take Michelle back to her room.

The passive aggressive drunk comes back and says he's sorry and wants to shake hands.  When I refuse to shake hands he get's upset again and starts yelling and wants my managers business cards.  I give it to him and call security back to kick him out again and he wants to shake the security guards hand now.  He finally leaves after he realizes no one will shake hands.  He screams "Sorry!" in a horribly mean voice and leaves.

I continue my paperwork and the sun slowly illuminates the valley outside my glass box.

Hot City Diary: Day 43

The dog doesn't like the heat.  It's makes us all lazy and slow.

Gosh.

I need something to drink.  I lick my lips and wander into the kitchen along the large tiles that line the house.  The tile is cool on my feet but the heat seeps into the house through the poorly installed french doors.  They have all kinds of leaks.  Hot air pushing in from all around on my cold little bubble lined with tile.  The air conditioning tries to keep up, but the house is slightly uncomfortable at a balmy 80.

I wander outside and it's over 100.

When did this happen?  It's never been this hot this early in the year, and then I realize that I've moved out to the desert in Riverside.

That's nonstop sunshine with no traffic and beautiful mountain views wherever you look.

Hot City Diary: Day 44

The local Buddhist group is over tonight.

They are chanting up a storm.

The house is radiating heat from the hot day.

The Buddhist are radiating energy.

Things are getting above 100 degrees and the sun is quietly toying with us.

Hot City Diary: Day 100

It's steamy tonight.

It starts off simple enough with us both racing into the back office to get some keys.  At the lockbox it seems as if I've pinned her against the wall.  She starts kissing my neck and I tear off  her blouse and her tits fall out.  They're cupped in a lacy bra and now she's grabbing at my pants and soon she's undone my belt and pulled my pants and underwear to my ankles.  It's too late now, my cock is in her mouth and she's not stopping.  I close the door.

It's 1:45 am and the guest that wanted to see if we had tshirts in a small has now wandered off.

I stop her from stroking and sucking and turn her around and put her on the managers desk.  Her pants are at her ankles and she rubs at her pussy furiously.  She looks back over her shoulder at me and begs for me to hurry up.

"Just a little bit and then we can finish later," She says.

So we ride it out on the desk for about a minute, her squeeling like a little piggy and me grunting like a piggy.  We're a couple of pigs fucking on the managers desk in the back office.  Then the maids open the a door and close it fast.  Shit.  We pull our pants on and hunt down the maid that saw it before he can gossip.  Luis who prefers Luisa is the one and we quickly corner him and convince him that he can never mention what he saw.

We tuck our clothes away and put things back into place and continue to work.

Hot City Diary: Day 80

Kyle, the engineer, is no where to be found.

The weekend just ended so it's time to relax.  He must be sleeping in his quarters, or in some hot babes room.

Whatever.

We've got bigger problems on our hands.  It's 1am, Somebody has broken into a guest hotel room and stolen thousands worth of computers and phones and cash and all that.  I'm hoping it's just a transient and I didn't accidentally hand out a key to a master thief.   It could have been my counterpart, or maybe the assailant found the door open?!?  We phone the police and wait 3 hours for them to show up.

In the meantime, there are a couple stupid people crank calling me from a car parked outside in the parking lot.  They're watching me in my glass showcase.  They make me go search for a red purse in the photo booth and then maybe on the couch and then I catch on and tell them to shut up and hang up.  They call back and laugh and laugh and mention how they love my Cardigan.  I don't think it's funny.  They call back a couple more times and then lose interest.  I get back to my paperwork.

Security wanders the property.

Housekeeping wants to know if the aliens will be coming again tonight.  I tell them they're already here and their eyes light up.

Hot City Diary: Day 79

The youngsters are getting heated and nobody has anymore patience.

There is a complaint that the picture booth is broken.  I hear an earful of nonsense from some twentysomethings and then the flashes from the booth light up the lobby.

"Oh look, it works now."  I say

They shuffle off.  I walk outside with Sammy the restaurant manager.

There's a glow in the mountains.  It's a reddish glow.  Looks like it could be a fire but we can't see any smoke, so maybe it's not a fire.  It's also 1am and it's so dark up there on the mountain that we probably wouldn't be able to see any smoke anyways.

Stupid smoke.

Some of the housekeepers come and join us and wonder what the strange red glow is just over the ridge of the Palm Springs Mountain Range.  We all come to the conclusion it's aliens.

The night goes by smoothly, until the drunk Englishmen arrive at 5am and want hookers.

I tell them that there's nothing worth getting in Palm Springs right now.  Craigslist is a disaster waiting to happen.  The girls in the meth hotels in the north part of town are great if you want the gift that keeps on giving; give your girlfriend herpes when you get home.

I call them a taxi and tell them to work it out with the driver.  Maybe the Casinos will still have some girls that are up and ready to go.

They light up when they hear about the casinos.  It's party time.  They want to know where the ATM is and how long until the taxi shows up.  They want to know if they can go back to the room and do some more drugs before going out.  The taxi shows up during the conversation and ends things right there.  They do a little fist bump whisper shout thing and head out to the taxi and jump in.

I continue my paperwork.

Hot City Diary: Day 112

It's only in the mid 90's this evening.  I stay inside the lobby.

The bar closes at 1 am and there is a loud Tranny in the lobby.  She is drunk and wants to try on T-shirts and wants to know if the cigarettes in my pocket is a bad tit job or if they're cigarettes.  He wants to know if I want to drive his car.  Roxy is big trouble.

The bartender comes out and smacks Roxys' ass and gives her a kiss on the cheek.  

"See you next week sweetie!"  The bartender says.

Roxy almost spills her drink.

She's drunk and mumbling under his breath.  Then her eyes light up when she sees me bring out the tshirts and she mumbles some more and picks them up and throws them back onto the counter and takes a drink of his Pina Colada.  She's got all this expensive jewelry on.  It must be fake.  Who wears diamonds that big?  Her leather body suit with matching jacket looks expensive.   He takes a drink of her pina colada out of the straw.  Her botoxed lips suck at it.  She makes everything overtly sexual.  

Roxy has finally had enough of it, she wants to go home.

"Call me a taxi."

One Taxi arrives and stops the cab far short of Roxy and get's out and walks up to her and tells her he will not give her a ride.  He complains that Roxy has a history of throwing up in the cabs and refuses service.  He does the polite thing and calls another taxi company that doesn't know Roxy. 

I wait for the other cab and give the driver a plastic bag and wish him good luck.  He looks confused and I pat him on the back and tell him to keep it within reach in case she gets sick.  He laughs.  I laugh.  Roxy slams the door.

I walk back into the lobby and the bartender is dancing around and telling me how Roxy is crazy rich and she burns through employees at a crazy rate.  

"Didn't you hear her ask you to be her driver?  She wasn't kidding.  That bitch tipped me $200 for each pina colada, and she had THREE!"  The bartender runs off screaming.

Wow. 

Hot City Diaries: Day 225

The ghost in the bottom of the pool is not making me feel very good about things.  I have to stay in the shallow end or else I might fall prey to him/her.  It all happened the other day.  I fell asleep on the mattress in the pergola last night with the dog and after we woke and ate most of the watermelon and then took the rest for a swim.

The light is flickering in the shallow end.  The floaties are casting mean stares across the water.  Swoony the swan has only one wing now.  She's just a fun reminder of the crazy Italian film producers that came to stay at the house.  But not tonight, she tries to smother me as I come up for air.  I have to really push up to break the surface and throw her off me.  The turtle and orca aren't any help.  Then it was either the ghost or me cramping up from eating half a watermelon and plus more while in the water.  The hulk of it sits there on the side of the pool.  The dog licks it and takes a few bites and wags her tail.  It was probably just the watermelon, but who really knows what lives at the bottom of the pool.

It's hot outside.

The spirit seems to move the floaties about the pool.  No real direction or pattern.  Nothing really aggressive and things seem to be copacetic.  It's a scary good time at the pool.

Hot City Diary: Day 230

It's getting close to Halloween.  I can see the leaves changing colors, or maybe it's just that they've been burnt by the sun.

I feel burnt by the sun.

I find myself sitting for days in the living room watch the mold grow.  No real food besides the dog food is left.