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Hotel Marlowe is one of my favorite destinations, especially with Joe Capalbo’s steady hand at the helm. What a great way to cap 2013’s out of control travel. The Marlowe staff for this short stay was in rare form and managed to create the funniest amenity poster ever (Meghan rocks). Check this out:

Even Kimpton agrees: Jeff Smisek sucks!

I must admit that I do bitch about Smisek here on this blog, and, well, at least somebody is listening even if United is not!

This trip also included the best side run ever to an undisclosed location in NH where we did some experimenting with special fuel additives.

Special fuel additive creation device.

Dinner at Sportello was extremely convenient since our ultimate target was drink downstairs. Because of the previous Jacques-inspired evening in Boston, I owed Josey Packard a bottle of Amer Picon. It was delivered last night almost direct from Paris. That really got the (snow) ball rolling. By the end of the evening we had an avalanche on our hands. Woo hoo!

The ultimate victim was my phone, which Caroline used as a gravity test meter after we somehow managed to make it back home. Yes, gravity is still in effect.

Ouch. Midnight mishap.

Meanwhile back at the Marlowe, all was peaceful and awaiting an extremely abbreviated evening. Sleep is for the weak in room 825.

Short sleep here.

Fruit is really good after midnight.

No sitting happened here.

No soak occurred in this tub.

This shower hit the spot. Plenty of hot water in a nice glass cube.

Obligatory mirror in mirror shot.

I look forward to my next visit to Boston and stay at the Marlowe. Five exemplary showerheads and a great laugh. Thanks!