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Rawr.

I opened the closet to my room in the Kimpton Monaco in Seattle and found this hanging inside:

Tiger the closet.

I had never stayed in a Kimpton property, so to say this was unexpected was an understatement. A totally involuntary "Oh. My. God." immediately escaped my lips.

Just what kind of hotel was this?

My new favorite. They take dogs. For free. Any size. And offer walking and watching services. They have well stocked mini bars, comfortable beds, plasma screens, CDs, funky, well appointed rooms, l'Occitane in the bathrooms, maybe the nicest staff I've met in a hotel yet (but that could just be Seattle), and they totally have a sense of humor.

When I sent the cell phone pic to Chels (that took all of four seconds) I was immediately sent a request for a photo of me in the lingerie.

As if I need more inappropriate photos on the internet. I'm still trying to bury that video involving the cheerleader outfit and the missing pom pom.

And, frankly, I'm pretty sure I'm a little to hirsute for strappy camisole and boy shorts. Rawr indeed.

But just because I like her, and because public embarrassment generally leads to more add revenue, I give you Jimbo: King of the urban jungle.

Rawr!

I'm pretty sure that does less than nothing to help the Kimpton cause, but hell, at least I'll stay there again.


Comments

That is friggen hilarious!

Just like dad.

I absolutely love the Monaco hotels - the one in New Orleans is fantastic.

And I always thought "Cougar" was a term describing women...

You couldn't pay enough to wear that shit. Keep it up Capt Ken, and I'll come back and haunt your ass.

Although I could see you trying on that teddy hanging in the closet.

I am printing this out.

Perhaps you could have considered wearing it to Starbucks for the full Seattle effect.

Bow chicka Wah wah...

speechless

no such thing as "too hirsute for strappy camisole and boy shorts" IMHO.

Now that's...wow. There are no words. If you feel the need to indulge your hotel lingerie fetish in DC, I recommend Palomar and Rouge...where everything is read. Both are Kimpton properties and they both rock. I actually live in DC and I have stayed in both. Why, you ask? Well...sometimes you just don't want 'em going home with you.

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