Hotel Alone

So I’m up in Toronto for a travel blogging convention called TBEX (Travel Blog Exchange).  Yeah, they actually have a convention for travel bloggers.  Go figure.  But I guess it’s pretty easy to fill an international travel convention with travel bloggers, since travel bloggers like to travel.  This could be the most meta convention there is, unless steel workers are having one at a construction site somewhere.

That’s not why I’m writing this post.  I’m writing this post because for the first time in my life, I’m staying in a hotel room by myself.  Here’s a picture:


Here’s another one:


Huge, right?  Now, this isn’t me bragging.  First off, I wouldn’t be staying at this place if it weren’t for the incredible TBEX discount I got.  And still, even with the discount, I’m spending more on accommodations than I’ve ever spent before anywhere.  But the price does include a hot breakfast, free internet, and the hotel is right in downtown Toronto, a few minutes walk from the convention.  As the TV show Parks and Recreation says, “Treat yourself.”  The room is twice as expensive as a hostel, but I would argue it’s at least three times as luxurious.  So if I go by my sound, mathematical logic, I’m making out pret-ty well.

I’ve stayed in hotel rooms before, but I’ve always shared them.  I’ve had to share the bathroom and the closet space and argue over what to watch on TV.  And when I stayed in hostels?  Forget it.  It’s communal everything in those places.  Not so in Toronto.  Right now, I feel like Kevin McCallister in Home Alone after he happily realizes he has the entire house to himself.  And then he has that really fun montage of all the awesome stuff he does, like ordering a cheese pizza and scaring the delivery guy with firecrackers.

I’m basically living that movie.  I have a lovely hotel room just for me.  Already, I’ve taken advantage of my independence.  Just scattered my luggage throughout the room.  I’ve got the space!  Why not?  And it’s not like someone’s going to tell me to put it away neatly.  I can do whatever I want!  I’m an adult!  Yeah, I don’t need six pillows on my bed, but they gave me six pillows.  I’m going to sleep with six pillows!  It’s possible.  I’ll figure out how.  Don’t have to close the door when I use the bathroom.  Who’s going to look?  No one!  I’m an adult!

I know later in Home Alone, Kevin gets incredibly lonely and realizes he can’t live without his family.  But that’s after, like, a lot of real fun scenes.  Remember when he buys the toothpaste and has to run onto the skating rink to escape a policeman?  Or when he scares off bumbling burglars with his quick thinking and keen use of shadow puppets?  I mean, yeah, eventually Kevin looks deep within himself and realizes human connections are crucial to experiencing life at its fullest, but I’m not going to get all existential over one weekend alone in a hotel room.  Nope.  It’s just giant bowls of ice cream and watching late night scary movies for me.

May 2013
POSTED BY travelbugrobert

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