Sigh!

The robes are thick and fluffy.  The bottles of water, and the tea and coffee in the honor bar are complementary.  The dinner was superb.  And instead of just shoving the room service cart at us and holding out a hand for a tip, the room service staff came in, spread a tablecloth and set the table for us, carefully arranging the plates to best enjoy the view of the city lights shining all twinkly, twinkly on the water, then tactfully departed, allowing us to feast in privacy and comfort.

This morning, DH took our last stale doughnut out and tempted the seagulls.  He knows he shouldn't encourage the little crapsters, but he can't help it.  One glided in and landed up-wind, which meant that it had to face away from the wind to pick up the treat.  The breezes are stiff here, and pretty much blew the seagull inside out.  Feathers from the tail forward flared out, and a few even came loose.  I laughed and laughed at him.  He endured, though.  A glazed cake doughnut is not to be denied.

Breakfast was beyond expectation as well.  And DH wants the computer NOW.