True confession, readers: in some ways, I am really, really naive.
I mentioned a while back on Twitter that my idea of a perfect birthday gift would be one whole day of uninterrupted reading. When I first thought of the idea last spring, I started brainstorming ways to make it happen. With my husband and Small Fry at home, I knew I wouldn't be able to have my read-fest in residence. I would get too distracted with their fun and games, plus I am very susceptible to "oh, after I finish this chapter I should probably do at least a few of those dishes" when I'm around the house.
I was at work one day, mulling this over, and I decided the best thing would be for me to get a hotel room. Just for the day, no overnight. That way, I could bring my books to the room, lock myself in, and read quietly for hours at a time with NO distractions.
Sounds awesome, right?
I started doing some Google searching. For daytime hotel bookings.
After clicking on just a few links, I realized...that this was a horrible idea. And that my office was likely going to cut off my internet access if I kept doing searches like this one.
If you're naive like me, let me elaborate: there is really only one reason why people book hotels during the day. And it has nothing to do with fine literature. It has LOTS to do with illicit affairs, though.
When I got home that day, I confessed my Googling blunder to my dear husband. Who subsequently laughed his arse off, and has not let me forget about it since. ("Honey, can I have a free hour to read this weekend?" "Sure, maybe you could look into getting a hotel room for a few hours. I could call a couple johns for you too.")
WHATEVER, GUYS. I REALLY JUST WANTED TO READ ALONE FOR A FEW HOURS. Is that such a crime?? :-P