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What I Love About Tomaca

April 10, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, music, tomaca, vegas life 0
What I Love About Tomaca

This is actually how the conversation starts.  "What I love about Tomaca is that she's a fantastic vocalist.  She has a commanding presence and great repertoire.  You're just what people are looking for!" he says with a huge smile and great enthusiasm as he steps in front of me as soon as I finish a song.  He asks me a few more questions and then starts talking excitedly about what he'd like to do for me - get me with a great band and put me at such and such casinos, and on and on.  I give him my phone number so I can get back to work and on to the next song.

"Give me a call, please.  I'd like it if we can talk a little later." I said.

I wasn't impressed; I wasn't enthused, but I was curious as to whether or not he was for real.

The next day, I get a call.  "How soon can we meet?"

We set a date, time and location.  But, before that date comes, I get a call:

"I'd like you to check out this band.  Meet me at such and such a place, get a table in the front and I'll meet you there at 10:00."

Me - "Okay."

I arrived at the casino and even though it's rundown AF, there's people there playing the slots, hanging out, drinking and eating.  The band wasn't to start for 15 more minutes.  No sense in getting a table up in the front, the place is small.  And I met "James Brown, Jr."  At least that's what he said his name was.  He said that he's won dance competitions all across the U.S.  He said that if I danced with him, he wouldn't embarrass me.  (Sigh.)  No thanks to dancing, I'm just here to watch the band.  Fortunately, there was a table of females and he left to harass them.

I went up to the bar to get a soda and there was one bartender and several people waiting to be served.  People left tips in a glass that sat on the bar in front of them.  The bartender, instead of waiting on the people who were waiting, decided he'd go around the bar and collect all of his tips.  Then he started pulling money out of his tip bucket and proceeded to count all of his money.  After taking his time to count it all, he put it in his pocket and then resumed serving customers.  Totally classless!

I finally get my soda and return to the show room.  The band is just about ready to get started because the musicians were on the stage tuning up.  Obviously it was a show band because there were three mics set up on the front of the stage and the singers weren't out yet. So, then the band pumps up a funky dance beat and James Brown, Jr. immediately gets a woman to dance with him.  He starts doing all this crazy stuff including somersaults as he's bouncing around looking wild and ridiculous.  Yes, he was a little off...  Anyway, finally the three front guys come out and they start doing the standard motown faire.  They have about 5 basic steps that they do for every song.  I have to give credit where credit is due, they were working very hard and the small crowd that was there was very excited and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.  I am certain that they will talk about what a good band they saw at the casino for a very long time to come.

Personally, the motown bands that I saw in Connecticut were far better from the singers to the musicians to the way the music was played.  These guys seemed to just play pretty straight forward; there was no umph to what they were doing.  The singers were good singers, but nothing exceptional.  I know it seems like I'm downing this band; I'm not really.  I am saying that they were average and they were doing their job.  And it's interesting that they were a touring band.  They were from another state and Vegas was one of their stops.

Meanwhile, I'm keeping an eye out for the promoter or agent, and after half an hour of listening to the band and him not showing up, I call for an uber and head home.

The next day there are apologies galore.  He actually fell asleep and woke up the next morning.  Okay...

"Well, what did you think about the band?"

"They sucked."

"Ah, that's what I was thinking, but I wanted to know just what level you were on when it comes to live music and musicians."

"What!!!???" says my mind.  "Are you kidding me?"

"So why don't we meet tomorrow and let me run some things by you?"

"I'm working Fremont Street tomorrow," I say.  "I probably won't have a lot of time available," because now it's clear to me this guy is full of it.

"Okay, what about the day after?"

"Okay.  Text me."

That day comes and I get a very long apology text for standing me up the other night. He adds that he's camped out at Starbucks working on some things, he'll be here for X amount of time and why don't I stop by and see him.

I don't respond to the text and continue on with my day.  Late that afternoon, I get a call:

"Well, I'm about to leave Starbucks.  I was hoping you'd stop by."

"I'm on Fremont Street.  If you want to talk, how about you meet me there."

"Great.  I'm on my way."

I'm on Fremont and I wait and wait and wait.  Finally, I get a text - he's here, where should we meet?  We hook up in front of the stage where there's a country band playing.  It's a cover band that he enjoys and he thinks they're great, so he wanted to listen to a couple of tunes.  So we stand there listening as I'm getting impatient, but that's okay, I'll just adjust and be patient so I can hear what he has to say.

Finally, he says "Let's go." and I'm thinking we're going to find a place to have a conversation, but no, he wants to check the other stages to see what's going on.  There's the attempt to hold my hand as we move through the crowd.  I pull my hand away and continue to follow him.  Then there's an awkward moment where we run into a "Barbara," whom he introduces me to and then apologizes to her and says to her that we should talk about it, but this isn't a good time.

At this point, I'm just done.  I'm really ready to just split, but he starts heading further up the street to the next stage.  Finally, I ask him if he has things he wants to run by me.  So he goes into his bag and pulls out magazine clippings of different shows that are happening in Vegas.  He asks me what I'm looking for in terms of music opportunites.

"I want to be with a really good band."

"Awww, gee, if you were interested in being in a show, I could help you with that."

Then he starts showing me clippings of the different shows and events coming to town.  Gives me a contact number so I can supposedly get into these shows for free and says "I guess I can't help you."

"Ya think?" my mind says.

I just go, "Well I've got some music to work on, so I'm going to get on it."  And we part ways.

The next day, here comes another big, long text that includes "I think you got spooked when we ran into Barbara..."

I replied, "I didn't get spooked.  Barbara had nothing to do with anything.  I met with you because you said you wanted to run some things by me.  I am here to sing, nothing more, nothing less" (which would address his thoughts about dating since he tried to turn the meeting into a date).

So - my first exposure to Vegas bullshit!  Ha ha!  It didn't take long.

But, I did meet a very nice man who was very helpful.  I had applied for a job with a company he managed.  He asked me where I was from and what bought me to Vegas.  I said I came here to sing.  He said he didn't want to hire me for a job that I wasn't going to be happy in or stay in.  He also said he was impressed with the way that I carried myself and the way I spoke.  Then he said someone like me didn't belong out here performing on the street like all of these other people.  He said I needed to be elevated and gave me phone numbers for agencies and had a number of suggestions.   Even after all of that, he told me to stay in touch and let him know how I was doing.  I met someone like me!  This is how I treat people.

I gave him a hug and said thank you for being human!

I contacted the places he suggested.  But, the limited Vegas entertainment that I've seen, puts emphasis on youth and white skin color - especially on each of the three Fremont Street stages.  And - only minimal vocal talent is required.  For females, being half dressed on the stage is also a requirement.

But, I let all of that go.  I'm not even concerned anymore.  I am having a great time just singing out there every day.  I am singing better than I've ever sung in my entire life and my voice seems to be capable of newer things every single day.  I used to struggle singing Aretha's stuff and Chaka's stuff.  Now the struggle is gone and those sounds and those notes just come with great ease.  My voice is so diverse and I finally believe that I can sing anything.  I am so grateful to God that he put this in my heart to do.

God said sing, but the song is starting to change.  I will elaborate more on this statement in time.  But, I'll briefly state that my view of humanity is changing.  I am learning, growing and doing differently and more deeply. I praise God for this change of view and for bringing me to Vegas.

 

 

 

View From My Office

April 5, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, music, tomaca, vegas life 0

This is what I see every day (note that the image is minus the people).   I arrive early - just after 8:00 am - to make sure I can get my spot.  By 10:00 and 11:00 am, other artists are arriving.  To guarantee I can get that spot, I show up at 8:00.  People do that.  They will show up two hours before they want to start performing and hold their spot so no one else will take it.  So, even though I get there around 8:00, I'll start around 9:00.  This is good though because I'll spend half an hour doing vocal warmups to prepare.

There are tourists drifting about early in the morning, but not that many.

At night, Fremont Street is a hot spot.  There are hundreds of people walking up and down the street, visiting all of the stores and bars.  However, the competition and waiting time for for circles is excessive, especially on the weekends.  Some folks wait four hours to be able to have two hours of performance time in a spot.

During the winter, it was really easy to get a spot because not a lot of people came out to perform.  However, now that the weather is really nice, everybody and their mama shows up!  Lol!

So, I stick to the mornings and it's okay.  It's wonderful just to sing and let the energy flow through.  Though I need money, if I don't make that much, it's okay because it's practice, it's training and it's a beautiful thing!  My voice is able to do things that I never could do before.  It's growing, expanding and blossoming.  Before when I was singing, I had certain limits or inhibitions.  These things have melted away as I have opened up to the Creator and the energy of the universe.  It just flows through me and it's amazing.

GOD SAID SING!

 

Headed to work! LOL!

BECAUSE GOD SAID SING!

 

God Said Sing!

April 2, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, music, tomaca, vegas life 0
God Said Sing!

 

This is a poem written by "Lady Brynne."  She's an artist and was on Fremont Street offering to write a poem based on three words that you give her.  My three words to her were "God Said Sing."  What follows is what she wrote:

 

GOD SAID SING

 

The grace you receive is sufficient enough.

The life you've lived has made you touch

Strong enough to survive the rough spots.

Lots of love still coming your way.

Share your love everyday.

So let your joy out.

God said sing.

 

 

I love the line that says "let your joy out," because when I sing, that's exactly what I do.  I let it out.  I release energy, love, passion and that great "divinness" I feel when I sing.  It's an amazing feeling.

I believe that we are all channels for the Creator.  I don't sing.  I am merely an instrument for the universe and I open myself to let its love pour through.  I try not to think when I'm singing.  If I am thinking about the notes, or thinking about the delivery and the precision, I am putting  myself in the way of what the Universe or the All That Is wants to put out there for others.  So I focus on letting it go so it can pass through me.

People ask me if I get high; if I smoke weed or drink alcohol.  No, not ever.  Singing in my high and for me there's no greater feeling.

I thank God for allowing me to be an instrument.  I am so grateful to be obedient and to serve.  God Said Sing.  And, so I do.

I Rock Me

March 29, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, tomaca, vegas life 0
I Rock Me

Yep.  I wear my name, my brand!  I am happily walking around marketing myself with my new tshirts!

I also got a new sign to display while I'm performing.  I added on it, please share @ #tomacag.  I hope that people do.  Many folks stop and video me while I'm singing.  I hope to see some or even one of them at some point...  Oh well, people are here on vacation.  I'm sure they're recording everything everywhere in Vegas.

I am designing Team Tomaca shirts for my favorite fans which will be ready soon.  Meanwhile, I'll just keep rockin' Tomaca!

 

 

Fun On Fremont Street

March 28, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, tomaca, vegas life 0
Fun On Fremont Street

 

 

This commentary is from my first week in Vegas.

The Downtowner Motel is right at the end of Freemont Street.  After I put my luggage in my room, I ventured out for a bit as it was too late in the day to go apartment hunting.

I slowly walked up and down Freemont Street taking in the sites.  Of course lots of stores selling Vegas memorabilia, restaurants and lots of bars and casinos.  All throughout the street, there was performing artists - street players.  That I enjoyed.  A guy playing the cello with recorded music (I later found out his name is Josh and he did some gigs with Stevie Wonder.  Life changes brought him to Vegas as a street player.), a steel drum player in another spot, magician, card tricks, visual artists, a mom and daughter hip hop dance team, even a guy with two swords inviting people to duel with him.  Oh, and I can’t forget the guy who offered people the opportunity to kick him in the balls….   All of the street performers are tipped-based and rely on the generosity of the people who watch, enjoy and/or participate in their performances.

Lights, overhead music and razzle dazzle throughout.  A long portion of the street is covered with thousands of lights.  At night they have this really cool overheard light show with music.  And the speakers hang over head all throughout the street. It’s booming and fun.

Then there’s the zip line flyers.  It’s called Slotzilla.  You can pay to fly overhead down the length of the street either superman style or sitting.  It is pretty awesome to watch and to hear people take the ride. They hoohooo! in excitement.

At this point, I am unphased the commerciality, the lights, the bling -  I am in Vegas for a purpose. However, in contradiction to that – the festive atmosphere, the street musicians – all of that has an appeal to me. I picture myself on the street singing.  I’m going to part of this street music scene once I get things worked out.  It’s why I’m here.

I find my home on Fremont Street and want to be a part of it.  It’s going to be a good place to perform for tips while I get my chops or my voice together. It’s been over a decade since I’ve done any serious singing.

Eventually, I returned to my room and settled down to prepare for a busy day of apartment hunting tomorrow.  I did find myself getting really tired around 6:00 pm.  It was 9:00 pm Connecticut time.

I put netflix on my phone and called it a day.

 

 

 

AS OF MARCH --

Here are a few photos from the fun on Fremont Street.  Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

New Song Oxen Free

March 20, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, music, tomaca 0
New Song Oxen Free

My son gave me a beat to work with.  MY SON ACTUALLY GAVE ME A BEAT TO WORK WITH!!!  I have to say it like that because he makes so many and I get, "Hey Mom, check this out" all the time.

"Oh, I like that one, can I have that one?"

"Nope."

That's our repetitious conversation that we have -- allll the time.  He creates such nice pieces and he never shares.  He's always like, "I've got something planned for this one...I've got something planned for that one..."

Sigh.

Though I surround myself with instruments, I don't play any of them.  I play "at" them and wish I could just magically develop skill and talent.  Doesn't happen that way though.  So, a head's up -- when you meet musicians who are really talented, can really play and move you -  tip them!  Understand that it takes years and years to develop the skills and the ability to do what they do.  Most bands are paid very little and it's just not right....

Okay back to Ollie Ollie.  So my wonderful, talented, handsome son in all of his benevolence gave me a piece of music.  (Actually two pieces!  I need to write to the second one still.)

I like message tunes the best and when I write, my mind gets stuck in message tunes and love songs. Thus, those are my topics.  Take a listen and see if you understand the message behind in the song.

Oxen Free

 

Thanks for listening.  As always, I'd love your feedback.  And if you want to take a look at the lyrics, they are here.

 

February Was Dang Cold in Vegas!

March 7, 2019 tomaca 0
February Was Dang Cold in Vegas!

WELCOME MARCH!!!  THANK YOU FOR WARMER WEATHER!!

 

I purged all of my winter things before I left Connecticut.  Boots, coats, scarves, hats, gloves --- all gone!  I won't need those things in Vegas!  Who was I kidding?  Oh my God - when February rolled through here it was freezing!  Cold, cold, cold!  Down in the thirties.  I had no idea it would be this cold in Vegas - none!  I wish I had kept all of those things - especially my favorite, famed wrap that I bought in New York several years ago.  It was beautiful, thick and warm.  The quality was exceptional.  I bought it from a street vendor for just $20!!!   I haven't seen anything comparable to the quality or the thickness of it in any of the stores.  Makes me sad to think I'll never find one like it again.  But, maybe I'll get to New York and find them again someday.  Maybe!

I also gave away my really cool artist crafted poncho.  I paid $62 for it.  I loved it!  But I said - "It's going to be waaaay too hot to wear this in Vegas.  Stupid.  Oops.  At least I gave it to a young lady who I really like - and - I can always order another one from Delynn.

I definitely over purged and I really miss my things.  Replacing everything is going to be really costly and leave me in a financial hole.  So, there are things I am doing without.  But, I miss my stuff!  Did I say that already?  I MISS MY STUFF!

So, the cold caught me way off guard and I have a job where I work outside, plus I would brave the weather and go out and sing also - ummm - sometimes...  I'd have to pile on seven layers of clothes to go out, including long johns under my pants!  I bought some thick socks (because I purged all of my wool ones!) and wore two pair of socks to keep my feet warm.  I would stay out and sing until I started to really feel the cold.  The hands would be the first to go.  Then once I started feeling the cold in my chest, I pulled up stakes and left.  Can't afford to get sick!

I didn't even bring a sweat shirt with me.  Dang!  Had to buy one here and I miss the cool sweat shirts I had.  Oh well.

So, for those who think that it's warm in Vegas in the winter, like I used to - it's not!  January was comfortable with a light jacket.  February changed the whole entire vibe.

Most of the tourists I ran into were from the midwest and Canada.  It felt like spring to them here.  Their homes were immersed in -30 degree weather.  Some of them were even walking around very comfortably with shorts and t-shirts like they were crazy (at least to those of us who were freezing, they were).

Well, I purged everything winter, but at least I kept my warm, fuzzy, little footies and one of my Tomaca Designs MudCloth Hatzz!

People from Vegas say that when summer hits and that desert sun starts blazing, we will all miss that 30 degree weather.  Yikes.  That frightens me.  I just may have to slide up to Reno or down to Cali or maybe back to the east coast for June, July and August.  I'm even thinking I might get a gig on a cruise ship for the summer months.  I've got options beyond the desert.  We'll see what happens....

 

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It’s Been Over A Decade

March 4, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, tomaca, tomaca talks, vegas life 0
It’s Been Over A Decade


Did I mention that I haven't performed in over a decade?  Sad, but true.  I won't go into the drama that took me away from the live music scene, but I missed it terribly.  It was like I couldn't breathe for all of those years.  Singing gives me more than joy; it gives me life.  There's something about that vibration taking place in my body that brings every single molecule in my body to life.  All of me sings!

I remember watching a biography of a great jazz musician whose music was so different and so unique, that after he died, his bassist said that he wouldn't play anymore.  He said there was no one else in the world whose music would make his body vibrate the way his friend's music did.  Wow.

I can relate to vibrating as can many other musicians.  Music affects your entire body and your spirit.  When you engage in it, it does things to you.  Music is prayer.  I truly believe that and I'll talk more about that in another post.

Getting back to the "over a decade" statement.  I really have to work to get my voice back into shape.  Rebuilding the chest voice is always challenging because I have to make sure I do it properly and not push too hard.  Doing it wrong will lead to nodes on the vocal chords.  Don't want to do that!  My first voice is my operatic one.  It's how I first learned to sing and how my voice and my sound was shaped.  Open sound, loud, booming, powerful - I love it.  The chest voice I developed later on after I started singing R&B in bands.  So, I'm rebuilding all of it.  Using it, shaping it, polishing it and falling in love all over again with it.  I thank God for my voice.  It saves me.  It heals me.  It soothes me.  Depression, pain, sorrow and any other negatives vibes fade when I sing.  From what other artist friends tell me, they feel the same way.  Whether it's painting, dancing, music, etc., using our gifts restores peace to our souls.

Singing live on Fremont Street has given me the opportunity to practice and rehearse freely.  I just put myself into the zone and do what I do.  I don't seek attention from all of the people passing by and walking through.  I look into the open space with gratitude and joy as the sounds come through me.  I have a party all by myself.  This has been a long time coming.  I am finally free and have the opportunity to fulfill this deep desire to just sing.  It's just me and the spirits doing this thing.  I can't express how grateful I am.  There are no words.

People do party with me though.  They hear a song that they relate to and dance.  Many will sit and listen.  Some will make requests asking if I perform songs by certain artists.  I try to comply as often as possible.  I should probably post my set list, but it keeps expanding as I try to make listeners happy.  I will say that I do R&B from the 70's, 80s and 90s mostly.  A couple of 60s tunes and my repertoire includes Chaka, Aretha, Donna Summer, Michael, Roberta Flack, Tower of Power, Stevie, EWF ... and more.  I have a wide octave range and can sing men's songs as well as women's.  Yep.  Oh, and I have to mention Minnie Ripperton's Loving You.  That's one of my all time favorite tunes. --- And I sing my original songs too!

The pain of not singing for so long has faded and slipped away in time.  I'm free.  I'm here now.  I'm singing, I'm happy and I'm grateful.

Have you awoken any latent talents in your life?

Karaoke @ Container Park

February 2, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, tomaca, vegas life 0
Karaoke @ Container Park

There's a place called Container Park in Las Vegas on Fremont Street.  Fremont Street is a really nice place.  Several blocks of fun and entertainment.  Restaurants, a variety of street performers, of course casinos and lots of people having fun on any given night is the highlight of Fremont Street.  It's like the mini-strip of Las Vegas.  Container Park features it's giant, fire spewing praying mantis!   It is a self-contained, open air arena with shops, restaurants and a large stage with seating.  They frequently provide free concerts.

As I was walking down toward Fremont, I could hear music and singing.  I realized it was karaoke and decided to drop in.  It was hosted by 15 Minutes of Fame Entertainment.  It was a Tuesday night, pretty chilly - but normal I guess for January in Vegas.  I put my name on the list and had a ball!

I didn't realize they recorded the whole performance.  Thanks guys!!!

note:  if you don't hear sound when you play the video, make sure you click the mute/unmute button on the video.

 

 

The Downtowner Motel

January 30, 2019 #tomacavegaslife, tomaca, vegas life 0
The Downtowner Motel

 

Along the highway there were beautiful statues of horses made from metal.  I would have taken pictures, but it was raining pretty heavily.  We were on the highway seemingly forever.  I don’t think the driver knew exactly where we were going.  I gave him the street address and he didn’t have a clue really and because he was on the highway so quickly, he couldn’t punch the address in the gps.  So, he was guessing.  Great.  Finally I mentioned Container Park, which is some kind of club/strip mall or something and he knew exactly where we were going.  Thank goodness!

In hindsight, I should have put the address in my own GPS and gotten us directions.

My driver was a nice young man though.  He was from Ethiopia.  He loves the climate in Vegas because he said it’s very much like this where he comes from.  I asked about the 120 degree summer days. He said, “yes, it’s beautiful.  Just drink a lot of water and you will be fine.”

“Is the water safe to drink here?” I asked.

“Oh, no, no.  You must drink bottled water.  The water here is hard and it’s not safe to drink.”

“Great,” I said to myself.  But, of course I know that all of our water is not completely safe…

We had a nice conversation.  He’s a Christian, from Ethiopia, hopes to find a wife someday and to have children.  He drives a taxi and has a roommate also from Ethiopia.  They split the rent so they can save money.  We talked more about Vegas and his impression of the city.  Nice young man.

I had googled the cost of a cab from the airport to the motel.  It told me it would cost me about $24.  Meanwhile the meter climbed far past that.  It ended up costing me almost $60.  Uber certainly would have been a lot cheaper but they don’t allow Uber to pick up at the airport here.  Which I understand because no one would ever take a cab and pay more.   Which brings to mind, why don’t taxi companies get a little more in line with Uber to lessen the competition?  Well, there are probably business matters that I know nothing about…

I arrived at the Downtowner Motel.  I read a lot of reviews about this place.  There were more negative reviews than positive ones. The main impression was that it was “dirty.” However, when I went to book a motel for my stay, they had the lowest price. That’s what I was looking for and what I needed – cheap.

I also know that people find what they project.  In other words, if you’re bitter in life or angry or carry a lot of negativity, that’s what you’re going to find in your surroundings and situations more often than not.  If you are light hearted, happy and positive, then that’s what you will find.

So I read the reviews and I focused on the positive ones.  “Nice,” “clean,” “friendly,” “excellent location,” etc.  That’s what I was looking for when I got here and you know what?  That’s exactly what I found.

The day before my arrival I got an email from Booking.com saying that they had forgotten to include the resort fees in the purchase price.  (Resort fees are what all of the hotels/motels here charge just because they just want to charge you more for the room without saying that they are just simply charging you more for the room.)  I was incensed.  I was absolutely not going to pay more than what was stated when I originally booked the room.  It would have almost doubled my cost to be here by adding an additional $210.  I complained about this to a friend and sweet, kind person she be, she immediately sent me $210 to help me out!  I love her!

 

 

 

The lovely lady at the desk, pulled up my reservation and read off the price that included the resort fee.  I immediately presented a printed copy of my email that had the original price that I booked the room for.  I could immediately sense that I was not going to have to be forceful about it.  I was grateful.  She was so very nice about it.  She confirmed that my original booking was for that price in the system and said “we’ve been having problems with booking.com.”  So my original price stood and that’s what I paid.

She put me in the back of the building on the second floor.  She said, “you’ll like it there, it’s very quiet.  There’s no elevator, there are stairs.”

I groaned and said “Oh, I’ll have to struggle to get my luggage up the stairs.”  She immediately offered to send someone over to help.  I said “over to help” because I was actually staying in the building across the street from the check in location.   Then superwoman responded and said “Oh, that’s okay, I can handle a flight of stairs with these.”  Superwoman never minds her business. She always speaks up when she’s not spoken to.

Not a super big deal though.  I struggled, but I made it up here.  And how cute the room is!  It’s darling and it’s reasonably clean.  The bed is super, super comfy and the sheets are very clean.  Bathroom could use a bout with superwoman doing a cleaning job, but it wasn’t bad at all.  The only thing is that the carpet is a little grimy.  I did expect that and brought my slippers.  I told them across the way that I was very pleased with everything and mentioned the carpet situation.  I told them I would leave a very good review for them.  You could see that they are in the process of making improvements and renovations on their properties and they said that they were going to remove all the carpet and just go with regular floors.  Good idea because people are messy.  I can imagine how many spilled sodas and coffees have accumulated on the rug here.  No big deal though.  Superwoman bought her slippers!

 

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