The hubs and I woke up after a lovely night's sleep in the Presidential Suite and enjoyed one of the best complimentary continental breakfasts we've had in our lives. Toasted-to-order bagels with lox, cheese and all the trimmings, fresh fruit and pastries PLUS made-to-order cappuccino or espresso. (There was cereal, too, for the kids.)
Then, after extending our checkout time by an hour, we went to the rooftop pool, snagged a cabana and enjoyed some fun in the sun before our presidential term ran out.
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| Looking not so presidential in the Breaking Bad shirt, but very relaxed. |
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| The view of the infinity pool from the cabana. (Do all presidents have gnarly feet?) |
As we lounged and the minutes ticked away to checkout time, he asked, "Do you think you could call me Mr. President for one more day?" I answered, "Okay, but you have to stop calling me Monica. It's gross and unbecoming." "Oh, alright. 'First Lady', then."
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