And with high speed free internet. And with complementary Weekend FT in the lobby. This is the hotel where Crimson stayed in 2001, when we almost played Vienna: Ade was made low with Devil Disease.
The Satch Bus arrived from Slovenia at 08.45. Before taking a 20 minute nap, I took care of the Gigster's Necessities as mandated by The Happy Gigster's Guide: washed underwear, socks & Bus t-shirt for sleeping; shaved; organised suitcase & computer; and only then climbed under the welcoming crisp duvet. However bad you feel when you get off the bus & check into the hotel, prepare yourself for the day before you go back to bed. This is the morning version of the Gigster's night-time injunction: However bad you feel tonight, in the morning you will feel worse. So pack your suitcase - now!
Then, when the Gigster does get up, they can enter the day as if the day were beginning. Shower, extend good wishes to family & pals at a distance, then hit the streets in search of a good coffee shop to pump down some bean juice with selected reading.
I was heading for Hotel Macher and its fine outside seating area, to sit & chill with coffee over linen, but the sidewalk has become a construction site! Terror, horror, misery & pooey pooey. I settled for Starbucks on the opposite corner. Happily, its in-house music choice was Mozart. Wonderful. What a difference when a Noise Pollution System is set to life enhancement.
"The only person who doesn't make mistakes is God."
