Cat Jahnke Mews

9/27/07 – Ernie’s Coffee House

Darren set up a passenger seat office today. Unfortunately there were no bobble-headed desk trinkets to spruce up the bucket-seat cubicle (if you use that for a band name you better credit me!) but he made do. I was less of a trooper. I’ve got to get me some of these because my eye balls do not like driving directly into the sun.

Darren’s executive office – What a view!

I’m so grateful to venues like Ernie’s Coffee House that take SUCH GOOD CARE of their guests. Corwin, Carrie and 12-year-old Brindin were AWESOME! Brindin showed us the dance moves he’s learning in hiphop class after helping Darren lug in all my heavy gear. We really gave him a workout today!

Little Chloe also entertained the crew during intermission by jamming out a ditty on the piano. I remember fondly the days of my youth when any piano or piano-like object acted as a super magnet! There was little that could keep me from that bench… Chloe also drew me an absolutely awesome drawing which I include here with permission from the artist.

She told me that she’d started tracing my face on the back of the postcard but
was unsatisfied with the work. She also told me that she drew my heart for me…

I’m writing from the living room portion of the Evergreen Room here at the Hospitality Inn. Holy smokes! Jacuzzi, steam shower, plasma screen tvs, bath salts! vanity kits!!! It’s just too bad that I’ll only be here for a total of 12 hours. This place is bigger than my old apartment!

Funky Hospitality Inn logo… I really get a kick out of it!

The Evergreen Room has a self-titled plack! Plaque?
(Then how do you spell cheque?)

I asked the butler to leave the room because he was blocking my shot of our suite.
He joined the maid in the kitchen and later brought us ice cream sundaes in bed.

This place is so fancy that I don’t even know how to use the Do Not Disturb sign.

Seriously though, Lloydminster’s gotta think about getting some late-night food establishments. There was no room service offered at the hotel so we thought we’d get something delivered. It took us an hour of phoning to realize that we’d be better off taking matters into our own hands. But even Boston Pizza’s closed here at 11?! Thank goodness for the stamina of the employees at a Tim Horton’s down the street.

Join us tomorrow when I reveal my ingenious plan to get fit without even trying. This is not a joke. I have a great idea. You’ll wonder why you didn’t think of it before!