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Taj View #1, originally uploaded by emilyrems.

This was the first thing I saw out my window when I finally pried myself off the puffiest, most cloud-like hotel bed evs this morning. Sea, sand, sun, sky, tacky faux onion domes and creepy old kiddie rides frozen for winter. Heaven. My idea of intentionally fleeing New York for a place with no redeeming cultural value so I don’t feel compelled to do anything but max and relax is working like a charm so far. Since my arrival here all I’ve done is recline on a variety of soft surfaces, watch multiple episodes of Law & Order on the plasma TV, take a loooooong bubble bath, nosh on room service and cautiously investigate the bidet. My plans for today are more ambitious. They involve a foray to the spa, where I think I’ll force myself onto the treadmill first, then reward myself with jacuzzi, steam room and pool action. Maybe I’ll make it onto the casino floor, or actually out of the hotel at some point if I’m feeling wanderlust. But damn, that hotel bed sure is comfy. When one is used to waking up every morning in a cramped, messy, little closet-sized bedroom with bars on the windows and water dripping from the ceiling, panic stricken from nightmares after five fitful hours of daily rest, this kind of morning is a shock to the system. For the record, I still had my required dose of nightmares last night (involving pirates, and this really annoying dude from my High School named Paul), but they were somehow kinder, gentler nightmares, and when I woke up and looked around at my palatial hotel room, I didn’t give a shit about them anymore.

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