HOT

Can't spell hotel without HOT.

I'd be fibbing if I said I wasn't a bit intrigued by the idea of giving a good girl and a good boy a hotel and a motel to run.


















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Hotel Ghosts

I'm an unabashed collector of hotel ghosts. Maybe not the ghosts themselves -- they prefer to stay right where they are, thankyouverymuch -- but I do like an interesting, tragic, ♥♥♥-filled story.

Rebecca at The Lodge in Cloudcroft, New Mexico is a favorite. This likeness of Rebecca greets you when you enter the property. That's the way to do it; put the lovely legend in the lobby, in mannequin-form. She makes for a rather striking hello.

The ghost in Wilfair is also beautiful. That is, if she's real.

Hotel as TV Set

The legal show Petrocelli filmed at my house when I was just a wisp of a girl. My house at the time was a Braniff Hotel, so it wasn't all that intrusive, but it was darn glamorous. One of my first memories was actress Susan Howard getting dolled up in a make-up chair steps from our suite. She had curlers in her hair. I was in love.

I remain fascinated by hotels that allow filming. It's such a a major undertaking, what with the guests and all. (The guests usually love it.)

Motel Fairwil in Wilfair serves as the setting for a fake TV crime drama. The show in the book is not the show from my childhood, but the thrill of cables everywhere and big lights outside my bedroom is something I can't shake.





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Hyperion Hotel

I didn't watch the series Angel, although I'd like to, given that a couple of friends looove it (that's how much they love it). I recently learned that Angel lived in a fictional LA hotel, which I thought was interesting. Here's more about it.

And here's Angel. Hi, Angel.