My ordeal began in the lobby of the Hotel Azure Horizon , a place so aggressively chic that the reception desk was actually an invisible slab of concrete. I was there for a "wellness weekend," a concept I had invented for myself to justify the credit card bill. My mission was simple: lounge by the "Lagoon"—the hotel's term for a swimming pool that had been artfully stained with tea to make it look like a natural lake—and perhaps read a paperback thriller.
: Always tie your drawstring in a secure bow and a knot. my swimming trunks have been sucked off hot
Lifestyle is about aspiration. Entertainment is about distraction. But reality? Reality is about the sheer, unpredictable terror of gravity and hydrodynamics. Next time, I’m booking a room with a bath. At least the only thing getting sucked down the drain there is my will to live, and not my swimwear. My ordeal began in the lobby of the
They had been sucked down, into the grate, consumed by the beast. I was now standing waist-deep in tea-colored water, entirely naked, staring at the grill where my dignity—and my frontage—had once resided. : Always tie your drawstring in a secure bow and a knot