Upon my arrival in Omaha, one of the first things that Dusty took care of was giving me the paperwork for the hotel I would be staying at since my apartment didn't have electricity hooked up yet. Magnolia was the name. Ok, sure. It was in downtown Omaha, so it must be at least decent, as the downtown area reminds me a lot of Iowa City but perhaps a bit nicer, and not as many cake factories. I was sure it would be adequate.

I finally arrive at the hotel, after a long day of moving and then drinking (lots of..). They don't have parking. They just take your keys, and park for you. When I realized this, I knew that I would be in for a treat. The guy who took my car was probably disappointed that he had to drive that piece to the lot, but what can you do. After the guy at the check-in took my ID and credit card, he gave me them back plus my room key and a coupon for a free drink at the bar. Which, incidentally, is where I am typing this right now. Having forgotten my cell phone charger in my car, I asked the valet guy to get it for me. He is down with this, and when he comes back I give him a fiver. I rock.

The first thing I notice about my room is that apparently Dusty likes me- I have a king size bed. Thanks, boss! The next thing I notice is that the bathroom counter tops are, I shit you not, marble.

Yes, marble.

I know.

Ok. So this place has the face of a fancy hotel without the price or dress code. The staff are friendly, I got a free drink, the rooms have high definition televisions, and they have free valet parking. What I want to know is who bankrolls this, because I can't figure out how they profit.

Anyway, I think I'm going to get back to drinking my wine.