The Toy

Posted on August 27, 2005 by Gene

The Hotel San Jose has entrances off the street, dark and green pathways that lead to one’s room. If this had been an ordinary hotel, I’d have walked in through a brightly lit, cavernous lobby, through which I’d have had to walk a long path to the elevators… with glitter on my face and arms, sparky toe nail polish, and blue hair.
I am the plaything of fate — and two little girls.
My visit tonight to the “Be You” Salon was preceded by rollerskating. The trick is not to stop. Then, my first ever dinner at an Indian restaurant, which surprised me by being really good!
I know I’m really supposed to be here visiting my friend Sara, but I feel like it’s become all about the kids, which is just amazing — it’s so great to be so loved by these girls, and it just makes me feel like… well, someone should start a vacation company where you just hang around smart, funny, talented, and adorable kids for a week. It’s completely exhausting and yet, completely exhilarating.
Everyone should try surrendering themselves to the innocence and wackiness of kids sometime.