Hotel. An old postcard in sepia tones. Polished mahogany banisters and burgundy floral carpet that turns footsteps to whispers.
A place of bell hops
High tea luncheons
Ladies in gloves and hats with veils
and Elevator men
Room service with linen napkins and polished silver.
Tinted plate glass windows adorned with gold etched letters and Italian marble fountains out front. Grand, wide steps leading to arched doorways. Architecture that loves itself proudly.
A place for round table writers –
gin and tonic for Scott and Zelda
champaign cocktails for Mrs P
Where time stops upon entry and harbors elegance for those who are privileged to know it.
Where did Christine check in?
How much luggage does Clancy Jane have?
7 thoughts on “Hotel – Theme Friday”
I’d love to be in the place you describe, Annie. No Dorothy Parkers, no polished magogany, no elegance to harbor over here– but what I do have are the words, yours and Christine’s, and that more than makes up for it.
Hey Clancy J!
It’s odd because I felt like I was writing from a place of experience – I’ve been to this place. Though not in this life. 😉 Wouldn’t you just love to chat it up with Mrs. P?
Magogany? I’d like to blame that on the tequila.
LOL! I didn’t even notice that. Yup tequila does strange things to people but margaritas are so lovely on a sultry summer day. 🙂
I can almost smell the wood and smoke, hear ice cubes shift in my gin glass.
I’d love to gather here for drinks and writerly discussion. I’d call people ‘dahling’ and ‘dear’.
Hey Chica dahling!
And did you hear the overhead fan humming in the background too? It’s funny I thought hotel was going to be a weird one but now that I’ve seen all of ours I think it’s one of our better prompts. Go CJ! Yes, drinks and writerly discussion – wouldn’t that be grand?
I’d drink and roundtable it with you two anytime. 🙂
Cool man, let’s find a place and do it. 😉