Schwoo! We made it in one piece to our hotel, The Barclay Intercontinental. We’ve stayed here each visit. It’s absolutely beautiful. Fit for a queen and king.
And, let me tell you, the people at this hotel make you feel as if you were royalty. You’re greeted at your cab door by a bell hop. They even retrieve your luggage from the trunk and readied with a cart to move it inside.
Sweetman always checks us in because I’m too busy watching people or staring at things. My breath is always taken from me when I walk inside this place. Nostalgic beauty.
They’ve got an inside restaurant and bar. And, a wonderful Greek waiter, named Michael. He waits on us every year.
Every morning we ate from the wonderful buffet. Lots of organic and healthy fare. Tasty, too.
Anyway, when we arrived in our room we were greeted by a plate of assorted cheeses and fruits along with two bottles of sparkling water. Yum! But, I had pizza on my mind and Sweetman had other things on his.
Sweetman’s mind is always in the gutter. But,hey! Who wouldn’t want to roll around naked in this piece of luxury. Feather down pillows, Crisp sheets. A duvet cover. Fluffy, fluffy, and more fluffy. It makes the wild nasty more fun. If I could figure out how to cram it into my suitcase, I would.
Shelly gives this place twenty stars. Five stars doesn’t do it. Like I say, why give only five stars when you can give more.
Also, you can find them on-line or if you’re around Forty-eighth and Lexington stop by for a bite to eat. Ask for Michael the Greek. Their address is 1111 E. 48th Street.
That’s all for now folks! No, I’m not going to write a lovemaking scene between me and the Sweetman. I’m not in the mood, and I have a headache.
Happy blogging, reading, and writing!!!!
Shelly
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