Hotel a la Slides

In a small town. I am a newspaper reporter of sorts, and I am interviewing these greasy hicks that run a local convenience store. They're hairy, a little overweight, and all wearing baseball caps or sporting mullets. The sun filters through smoke in the room, and there is dark red carpeting everywhere. It feels like a bar in the afternoon, but they are selling Red Bull & candies, gum & cigarettes. I ask them how they got started, and one of them starts giving me straight up business advice. He tells me that it only took $100K to buy the store, and now, they both have steady jobs & good incomes. He tells me that they only stay there for as long as they need to make the money that they need to make in a day, and then one of them can go home to sleep, hang out with their wife, drink beer, whatever. He tells me that I should do that too - take my $100K and buy a good business for myself. He leans over me, kind of pinning me against the wall. It's extremely sexual to any onlooker, but it's just his way of getting my attention. I know that my boyfriend is watching us, and I don't want him to be worried, so I try & make my body language say that it's okay. I'm wearing tight-fitting cheap black woolen gloves, and I'm waving my hands around, and nodding, to show that I'm not into this guy.

I'm reading the newspaper article that I wrote about the guys, and am pleased with how it turned out. I go to a local bar, and as I walk in, I'm amazed to see how hoppin' it is. Everyone is dancing, the music is a live band, and they are just a'jammin'. A woman reaches over the edge of the stage, and grabs the guitar from the guy playing - she knocks it on the edge of the stage, and I think that she's going to get in trouble, but she doesn't, just laughs it off. She puts it behind her back, and strums the entrance to a song. Everyone goes wild, she hands the guitar back, and gets up on stage. Everyone has a partner, and is dancing amazingly well. I realize that I have no one to dance with, and decide to go back to the hotel to pick up K... (I have been dreaming a lot about my ex-husband lately, and it wiggs me out to be honest)

I get to the hotel. It feels European, and there is obviously a ski resort nearby, because there are these two hot Japanese girls in snowboard gear. They are buying Paris Hilton sleeping masks that are white with orange trim, and look painfully cute/hot in their outfits, little Burton snowboarding boots, and pants that don't make their butts look huge. I head for the stairs that will take me to floor two. They are like an escalator, but they LOOK normal, with red carpet with a black design on them. The banister is thick creamy coloured plastic, but it doesn't move. The escalator drags me upwards, and I hang onto the banister until I'm about to be pulled backwards, then walk my hands upwards to meet up with the stairs. They are steep as fuck, and I keep feeling like I'm going to fall off. At the top, there is a busy information desk, and then over to the left, there are a series of dark reddish-purple coloured slides. I realize that these slides are how you get to your hotel floor/room.

I see a family get on one, and whizz off. I try & see some signs marking where they go, but am unable to. I get on one of them, and start sliding down - they're slick, and I go pretty fast - curving around, thinking how neat this is. They segment here & there, and I come to a hole in the wall where the slide goes outside. I stop myself with my feet, and look out the hole after putting my legs through it. There is the framework of a slide, but no slide out there, and it's quite high up, so I bring my legs back into the building, and continue sliding. I see my floor listed on the side of the slide, so I try & get over there, but end up taking the wrong slide. It's silver, and has lots of scratches on it, and they snag my clothes, and slow me down. It's kind of a garbage slide, and takes me into a very busy food court. Everyone looks over at me, and I'm kind of embarassed, but try to stay cool. Somehow, in my head, I can see into the hotel room, and K. is sleeping on the floor next to the bathtub, and I know that he won't want to get up. I head back to the pub alone.

I get to the pub, and it's totally dead inside. I realize that before, they were only putting on a show for me so that I thought it was busy... they know that I'm a reporter or something. I feel bummed out.