It’s my party and
it will rain if it wants to....
Rain if it wants
to....
Rain if it wants to....
Rain if it wants to....
You would cry too
if it happened to you...
Okay nice lyrics,
but no one was crying, especially not in the Hard Rock. It was my birthday and
I was in my favorite mid-range hotel. I just felt so thankful with Saturday and
the beginning of the day. When you add on the luxury, I become so thankful because
I worked towards it. People stay in the 4 to 5 star hotels all the time and
sometimes don’t leave. This was not my
life and staying just sometimes made it pretty special.
When I arrived at
the front desk, they were dressed in adorable Michael Jackson uniforms. The
front desk agent was a sweet girl from Colombia who lived in Miami. We had our
nice little conversation and I was extra nice to her, especially to get the
room I wanted. I did mention it was my birthday and I was staying alone(hey
good to pull out all the stops-it was the truth). I had just paid for a
standard room, but all I really wanted was a great view from the 15 floor or
something.
She smiles at me, “Okay I have your room. I hope you like it.” She gives me a wink and I was thinking, “Hmmm.”
She smiles at me, “Okay I have your room. I hope you like it.” She gives me a wink and I was thinking, “Hmmm.”
I take my heavy,
travelers backpack (not common luggage for the Hard rock) and I take a look at
my card to check the floor and it says “56.”
Excitement is coming over me as I
rush through the elevator doors. 20, 30, 40, 56. I walk out the elevator doors
to the end of the hallway. The door opens and there is a Junior Suite with
sofa, kitchen, table, and television.
The balcony immediately attracted me as
it appeared to be pretty big. I couldn’t open the door, probably out of pure
excitement. I went in the bedroom to open it there and “Voila.”
It was a
Penthouse view that went 360 all around. I felt like Pretty woman and I jumped
on the bed like a 10 year old. It was my birthday and I had this spectacular
view. It was exactly what I wanted. It was truly mesmorizing and if I lived with that view I would write
everyday and all day-amazing. 
It sounds sad
being alone for your birthday, but I’m never alone with my higher power. Also,
with my personality and character, I can always make friends with staff and
guests. It happened to be the weekend with all the Colombians
visiting-perfectly satisfied with that and met some great Colombians. In this
hotel, I was never alone. I spoke with pretty much every staff that worked
there-the Colombian staff and a couple of them from Panama.
Lychee soda yes please
Exploring the hotel......
Pre-dinner Photos
There were 5 or 6 restaurants at the Hard Rock and I checked
out a few before he came.
When I walked into the beautiful buffet room and saw
the selection, I was set on eating there. It felt like all eyes were on me and
that’s the way I like it on my birthday. The star attention and compliments-Leo
enjoys this very much. I spent some time talking to the adorably cute manager
and making friends with the staff. They weren’t aware of my birthday until it
slipped out that I turn 30 today.
As we became more comfortable, I was joking
that we can take a full cake from the desert table with a few candles (I would
settle for a few). The staff would come around and I would say to him. “What
happened did someone took a bite from my cake?”
“Make sure you
guard it or bring me a full one.”
Then I would tell
the manager that someone ate my cake and he would just smile. "Tell these people to please stay away from my cake." I was definitely
interested in making him smile.
At this point, I am still waiting for my
friend, but I am eating and talking so I am content. Crab, Sea bass, capri mozzarella, roasted
potatoes, and all kinds of salads/gourmet cheeses-yeah I’m good. What was a bit
annoying was that he kept saying he would "come in five minutes"(this just
triggered my Moroccan experience) This expression pretty much sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me...so I focused on the present moment and ignored my phone.
Anyways, he
finally did show up an hour late, but he was on the other side of town. I
totally forgave him and was thankful he did make the effort to come. He is
truly like a teddy bear and his face is so sweet and kind. He makes me laugh
and we thoroughly enjoyed our dinner together.
At the end, they all come up for the cake and
“Happy Birthday.” They sing in Spanish and English. It’s a happy moment for me.
These people are so wonderful and not just some random people, but people I
took the time to get to know a bit.
Off we went next
to the Rock and Music lounge where they had amazing live music each night. This
night was “The Old Times.” The place was filled with Colombians and I was
rocking out as if I was one of them. Everyone was typical Latin America singing
along with the lyrics, hands up with glasses inside their palms.
There were two
of the Spanish songs I recognized and loved. Marco did not seem very
interested, but he said he was just watching the music. Perhaps, he was watching the girls because
these Colombian girls are b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. They all have this long, straight
dark hair that is down to their butt. They wear huge platforms and tight jeans
or pants with a dress top. The men are not as attractive, but if this is a
taste of Colombia I like it.
The band ended
about a half an hour after and we called it a night. With or without my friend
Marco, it would have been a great night for me because I loved the people I was
around and that’s what matters on a birthday… okay, okay and sometimes the ritz
and the glamour.=)
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