I awoke this morning, the final time, to the wail of sirens followed by the "this is only a test" crap. What a great start to a morning, eh? Although, five minutes later I was still laying in bed, glasses on, contemplating my will to get up, when my roomie said "we've got a tour coming through." And my ears perked up. A tour you say?! Why I love tours! And the tourists, my god, the tourists this morning, there were no finer tourists to be found; I assure you. He says there were three, alas, I only saw two. They had come to see what their future room would look like--although our room wouldn't be theirs, it looked identical. Though, that is completely irrelevant, the moral of the story is, however,... they were heavenly, beautiful, gorgeous girls, with pretty smiles, and non-hippie hair. And I tell you what. THAT is how every morning should begin.

Thats it. Nothing more. Every day should start with gorgeous girls in your room. Period. End of story. Yay!