ME: Where is the full-length mirror? What kind of hotel room doesn’t have a full-length mirror? (checking every surface in disbelief) Do these shoes look OK?
HIM: They look great.
ME: Too much? The dress is already too much so I feel like the shoes are a bit too much added to the already too much of the dress, culminating in a trainwreck of muchness.
HIM: There is no such thing as too much. Are you crazy? They look FINE.
ME: They looked great before, now they just look fine? (chewing fingernails)
HIM: THEY LOOK GREAT.
ME: Oh! Wait! To the webcam!
and that is the story of how I overcame Hotel Vertigo’s mirror embargo. This gross error in judgment on Hotel Vertigo’s part is only eclipsed by the complete and utter lack of a coffeemaker in my hotel room. Seriously, no coffeemaker? What kind of third-world problem in a first-world city is this? What kind of an animal do you think I am? Allow me to inform you. I am the kind of animal that requires hot coffee in a semisupine position at the barest emergence of consciousness, on a flotilla of pillows. THAT is the kind of animal that I am.
This was also the scene in 714, nearly verbatim, but we weren’t clever enough to think of the web cam. Full Length Mirror FAIL but SFTU WIN so it’s all good.
