My friend hooked me up with a room in a nice hotel in downtown San Francisco for my birthday. While we were out to dinner, the hotel accidentally delivered bucket of ice containing chardonnay, chocolate, a couple of camelias, a card addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Talarico/Mariscott, and a scroll of how to say "I love you" in 50 languages. We called the front desk but they told us to keep it. I neither partake in chardonnay nor chocolate, but I stuck the flowers in the lampshade and took pictures.
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