The gay hotel gene

It's our Sydney weekend this weekend. I flew up yesterday, a day earlier than Steven, and checked into the Kirketon, the hotel we booked using the gay hotel gene. I've washed my hair in the rosemary and mint shampoo under the giant shower head, pumped my music through the iTrip to the stereo while watching the music channel on mute, played with the air conditioning, danced in front of the mirror, hooked up to the wireless internet and borrowed a movie from their VHS library (SO retro). But it's just not as much as fun on your own (well, apart from the dancing bit). So roll on tonight, when Steven gets here to enjoy it with me.