<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the trip turns into a whirlwind ... barely finished with my mimosa and we board ... take off and set down with barely time for another mimosa ... and then the damned New York City traffic and the crazy driving and I am so ready for a nap by the time we reach the club ... a red cap greets us at the curb and our luggage is unloaded ... as the doors close behind us, I feel a great sense of relief as the madness of The City is silenced behind us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I like it already, Peter! Well insulated!” #<em>Tired Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we proceed to the check in desk ... Peter gets our keys ... as we turn, he's accosted by a woman in a red dress ... she addresses him by name ... I eye her up and down ... Peter stalls ... and then offers a drink or my room …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I need to freshen up, Peter. Airplanes leave me feeling dirty. You and, um, Ms Waters go have a drink and I'll be down in maybe a half hour.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look the woman over once more and turn toward the elevator ... the red cap follows me ot the elevator with my bags ... up a few floors and into my rooms ... a single room really with a sitting area and king bed ... dressers and closet ... a nice, large bath with both a tub and a shower ... interesting room for a former men only club ... has a woman's touch to the decorations …</em></span></span><div class="floatright">(http://i64.tinypic.com/2j63juo.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… tip the red cap and unpack ... debating what to wear to the bar with this Olivia ... obviously the principle for this water project ... as I unpack, I debate what to wear ... ah yes, the new mauve minidress with the white boots ... in the bath, manage to sponge off some of the travel grime ... dress in lace matching white bra and g-string ... put on the simple coat dress ... transfer my wallet and phone to a different bag ... and head back downstairs …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… with a nod from the concierge, I enter the bar and pause at the door ... half for effect and half to let my eyes adjust ... ah, there they are ... instead of joining them, I go to the bar …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Grey Goose martini please. Stirred. With Roquefort stuffed olives.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the bartender smiles and nods ... the other bartender builds the olives while the wonderful vodka is swirled gently ... as splash of dry vermouth is dashed out of the glass ... and the glass with olives is presented ... the elixir is poured ... close to a meniscus pour too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you, gentlemen. Perfectly done.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… give them my grateful bar patron smile ... pick up the glass and sip to take the top off so I can carry it ... then turn and head toward Peter and Olivia …</em></span></span><br/>