The shoes in this pic are still on my balcony cause I don't know what to do with them

Okay. Dig this. I just got a hotel closer to the finish line by a long shot for six nights for under a grand US. So even if our dollar continues to suck it'll cost $1,200 when we check out. Dude: we were paying $900 CDN for three nights and it was further away from the finish.
Anyways, it cost us $25 to get out of the other hotel and I told Michael it's costing him freaking dinner on Saturday night. Baby. He said, "we'll see how much you save us. You may be making your selection from the tapas portion of the menu". Yeah right. I'm having a steak and a bottle of wine. And then I said he has to piggyback me up Lonsdale.
So that takes a (financial) load off. Plus, cause I booked with the hotel directly, we don't have to pay up front so I can spend the next few months praying for parity.
The really odd bit? When I was talking to the guy at the hotel I told him that the rates online were cheaper than what he was quoting me and he said he couldn't do anything about it. So I said, "well, I guess I'll book online if you can't match the rate on the phone" and he said, "okay" and I thought, well, maybe the transaction won't go through or something, but it did. Weird, eh? Normally when you point out that the online rates are cheaper they adjust their rates to match it. We're totally going to get the Bubonic Plague. But we'll be close to Fenway!
In more disturbing news, one of the members of our Safety Team is leaving. See, me and some of the guys at work have "safety meetings" when we feel "scared" at work. Basically this means that we go for coffee when we have a spare twenty minutes. So the original members of this Safety Team were my old boss, the Robot Liberator, Opera Guy, Work Husband, Newlywed Guy and me. My old boss left this past April. Now Opera Guy is going. We all went for lunch today and it was kind of sad. Newlywed Guy noticed I was kind of quiet and ribbed me for missing Opera Guy already, but it's true! I do! I asked OG what his favourite memories from the past five years are and, goddamn if he didn't say coffee with us sad sacks. The exact same reason I turned down that last job. I love the people I work with. I go to work for the social aspect. I dunno if that's good or bad or indifferent, but I love to be surrounded by such fantastic, interesting, kind, funny and - I think I've mentioned this a couple of times - attractive guys who seem to think I'm not entirely retarded. It's a first, I tell ya. I think I'm still recovering from my high school daze. I'll always be a fat, awkward girl at heart.
I hope I stay in touch with Opera Guy. He sings opera! I've seen him at least twice now. He does an opera for charity every year (with other performers) and he's a very charitable guy. He loves his wife endlessly, is very talented (so is she - she sings opera too), and has a great sense of humour (today's Skypes had me all but falling off the floor laughing) and has always been kind and friendly towards me. I will miss him so much. I don't like that our little congregation is being stripped away. It makes me anxious.
But. It's not about me. I hope he has a great career at his new place of employment and I wish him so much success with the opera and I hope we continue to see each other in the future.
Bravo, Opera Guy!