Our Denver trip - Part two
By Robin DearingI could hear the excited giggling as soon as they got off the elevator. It got louder as they raced across the floor to the door of our hotel room. As I opened the door, I saw Margaret’s glee-filled face as she careened down the hotel corridor clutching the speeding luggage cart with all her might. “Daddy let me ride on the luggage cart all the way up the elevator,” she announced so everyone on the floor could here. They were both breathless as they maneuvered the cart into our hotel room. As we stacked our luggage onto the cart, Margaret began recounting her favorite parts of the trip: “I loved the museum, especially the kid’s activities.” “I liked eating at the fancy restaurant.” Of course, she loved eating at the fancy restaurant, we let her order a genuinely caffeinated Coca-Cola — which turned out to be Pepsi, but she didn’t let that dampen her spirits. She’s had her share of non-caffeinated sodas, but never the dreaded soda with caffeine, so this was a big deal for her. She spent the time waiting for our meals to come by meticulously and enthusiastically coloring her clown-adorned placemat and claiming, “ This is the best restaurant ever!” — ah, the powers of caffeine. Bill and I revealed to the other restaurant goers that we truly never learned to act right, as evidenced by these photos: The food was oh-so good, I’m still dreaming about it. The last thing on her list of things Margaret loved about our trip to Denver was the hotel room itself. “I sure am gonna miss this place,” she said mournfully as we headed down the elevator to check out. This was our view out our window. Originally these giant double-hung windows were made to open. Even though they were hermetically sealed shut, just the idea of having a giant perforation in the wall of our 12th-floor room made my head swim with vertigo. I required that none of us get too close to the window. But it was a nice hotel, nestled downtown a block off the 16th Street mall. The staff was helpful and friendly and most important, the beds were so comfortable with lots of pillows and nice linens. We might always look like a family of bumbling hill-billies who dun gone off to the city, but we sho’ did appreciate all the niceties it had to offer.