Chores done and to quell the jetlag haze, we needed a G&T.
No worries, says the lovely lobby guy. There's a shop across the street and two blocks down. We find it, buy the gin and the tonic, check out, walk back. And suddenly remember we have no ice.
No worries, says the lobby guy--they should have it at the bottle shop. So I return and the proprietor greets me with "you stole a bottle of wine."
This bottle of wine
He softens. Walkwalkwalk back to the lobby guy, who thinks this is the funniest story he's ever heard. I ask him if he's seen Groundhog Day and he doubles over ("It's exactly like Groundhog Day!"). Up to the room. Do you have a bottle of wine, honey?
Yes, says Art. Why? (Some of us are a bit more jetlagged than others.)
Walkwalkwalkback back to the bottle shop, triumphantly holding up the wine. Big smiles and all is forgiven.
Way past time for a cocktail...