I walk into my hotel room on Wednesday night after a very long day with my tiny children. Being a Kindergarten teacher can have it’s, shall we say, craziness, and today was one of those crazy days. I can still hear the children yelling, “Ms. McAdams!” in my ear.
I plopped down on the bed, thinking to myself that I wished I was in my own bed. A few weeks ago, in the apartment complex that I lived in had a bunch of pipes burst, and my entire apartment and a few others got destroyed. Now I have to wait for them to redo my whole apartment, which isn’t such a bad thing, but it is just taking forever. At least I had something to take my mind off it, baseball. The Seattle Mariners would be starting spring training in two weeks and I am super excited. I have been a Seattle Mariners fan for as long as I can remember, but in a way I am a traitor to that. My favorite player is Logan Morrison, who last played for the Miami Marlins. I had to admit, he has a great bat and glove, but he also has a pretty nice ass.
When I heard he was finally coming to Seattle I thought I was going to die, my dreams had finally come true and I don’t have to be a traitor anymore. I couldn’t wait to see him start playing or us.
I decided that I had laid around long enough and it was time to make some dinner. After the long day at work and long meetings, I was starved. I made some pasta, checked my Facebook, and watched a movie or two then I realized it was 11:00 o’clock, and it was probably time I went to bed since I have to be up at 5:30 to get ready for work. I did my nightly routine and slipped into bed. I did have to admit, the beds were pretty comfortable at this hotel.
I slowly drifted off to sleep, but at 1:00am I heard a knock at my door. What the hell, I thought to myself. I threw off my warm, cozy blankets and groggily walked over to the door and opened it.
“Hello,” I said half asleep.
“Oh, sorry. I have the wrong room,” the person said to me.
“Alright. Good night.” I shut the door.
Not even two seconds later, I realized who was at my door. Logan Morrison. I ran back to my door, threw it open and looked both directions down the hall. He wasn’t there. How did I miss this? I crawled back into bed and grabbed my phone so that I could set my alarm for really early in the morning. I figure if I get up early enough, I might just see Logan before he heads out for training or a meeting.
I heard my alarm go off at 4:00am, and I jumped out of bed to get ready for the day. I wanted to look my best for Logan, but I didn’t want to be too dressed up because I always get paint or markers on me in my Kindergarten class. I ended up wearing this:
I just curled my read hair for the day and put on some very light pink makeup, sprayed my Juicy Couture perfume and I walked down to the lobby. I figured I could sit there for an hour before I had to actually leave for work. I brought down my book that I was reading, and I read for 45 minutes. I started to lose hope, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dirty blonde haired, Seattle Mariners jersey wearing man, Logan Morrison.