Notes From Edmonton

Yep, I'm in Edmonton again. Monday and Tuesday I was in a strange little meeting room at the back of a Best Western parking lot in North Vancouver. Today and tomorrow I'm in several large meeting rooms at the Delta Edmonton South Hotel and Conference Centre. Basically, I'm in the midst of a Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder marathon. And that's all I've got to say about that.

I walked up the street to grab a drink and pastry before the conference began this morning. I didn't put up my 'Do Not Disturb' door knob hanger and when I returned to the hotel I decided to grab something else from my room. When I entered the room there was nobody in it nor had it been cleaned or touched in any way. But there was a single green rubber glove inside the door. Curious.

On Monday I mentioned to Wookiee that I wondered what was going on with Castro - hadn't heard much of anything from that camp since his bro took over. This morning the Globe & Mail that was slid under my door had this front page:Ask and you shall receive!

When I got back to my room this afternoon, the cleaning staff had rearranged all my washroom things and laid them out on a towel. Also curious. More intriguing is the evidence, in depressed circles, that my in room glasses had been washed (read: rinsed) in the sink and left to dry on that towel. Ew. Those glasses might be dirtier now than when I left them. What if the last guest left them here just rinsed and now I'm using them? Gad!

The last time I was in town I stayed at the Fairmont. *gazing wistfully towards the Macdonald* No reused anything in that place!

Flying home on Friday - woo!