Our hotel was just a block and a half from the theater and we were on the top floor. Above is the view we had.On Sunday, our last day in the hotel, we discovered that we could actually open the window.
Mrk, ever the mischief maker (he has a doctorate in bastardry, you know), made a paper airplane out of hotel stationery and sent it spiraling toward the city streets.
It was awesome!
It was airborne for quite a while. It would catch various gusts of winds, some of which kept it levitating like David Copperfield's best efforts. It eventually crashed out of our sights.
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"Human Kittens" by Andrew Jackson Jihad
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