So I’m staying at the DoubleTree Hotel in Doheny Beach, CA tonight. It’s right across the street from the beach. I’ve got a suite. Looks like a nice place, right? My fellow RoadShow travelers wondered out loud earlier “I wonder why its so cheap?”

Could be that Amtrak train that roars past the hotel every hour. Or that the room I’m in is right underneath a dining room. And not just any dining room: one filled with giggling high school girls. Every one of these girls is exactly the same size and shape; that is to say, a little on the heavy side. And they are all wearing a sweatshirt with hood. It’s so surreal. Like some kind of casting call for 300 women who look exactly alike.

I was watching TV earlier when I first heard the stomping around in the floor above. I was thinking to myself “what’s up with the herd up there” even before I found out who was up there. It’s been stomp, stomp, CRASH, step, step, step, THUD. I’m hoping that they settle down or I’m going to ask for a new room, preferably one away from the railroad tracks.

I’m going out now to get some food, and maybe a beer. Only a few more hours and I’ll be home.