I'm in Atlanta this week for Coca-Cola, drinking my fill of free Diet Coke. The trip has been fabulous, especially for one reason Coca-Cola couldn't have imagined when inviting me: my own hotel room. Getting a break has been awesome - even a short one, and boy has it felt too short - from the remodel while I cozy up in a comfy bed, my own TV, and even more luxurious, my own bathroom. Even if the shower is glass and in the center of the room. The W is risque like that. And it seems like attitude behind the shower openness is reflected in the hotel bar... Oh my.
Back to reality tomorrow.
Disclosure: Coca-Cola paid for my trip to Atlanta. All opinions are my own.
