If you must know....

The hotel in Stuttgart "Der Zauberlehrling" translates into "The Sorcerer's Apprentice". The poem by Goethe is what the hotel is named for -- and I should have took note of the poem before I pinned hopes on Valentines Day: Good! The sorcerer, my old master left me here alone today! Now his spirits, for a change, my own wishes shall obey! Having memorized what to say and do, with my powers of will I can do some witching, too! Goethe goes on to tell a tale of how power must be used carefully and what you ask for needs to be done with thought and regard to consequences. As the Sorcerers Apprentice goes on to tell -- the broom rebels as do all other objects he summons and when the Sorcerer finally arrives back at home the Apprentice is happy for his return. I have, yet once again, believed I was no longer the Apprentice. And once again I find myself back to where I started. Which should have been the Chalet Suite -- in all its antlered heaven.

Update on Sunday, March 9, 2008 at 15:58 by LIFETRASH

The hotel magic was all there was. So absolutely lovely that it make no difference who you were there with... even the biggest bore becomes the prince. Then agian, for one night and a fabulous dinner with drinks you will pay about a thousand dollars for that magic. (At the current exchange rate). And no man is probably worth that.