Damnit Phrog! Why are you not on the VIP list to NYC with the gals? The hell.
We have a room booked for two under my name, so two have to "sneak" in. The princesses have all confided in me, separately, that they
will not be the ones to do the "sneaking." So at the last minute I plan to shoot out of the car and leave them all bitching in the car. Whichever one is quickest will tag along with me to the desk to check in and the rest will be left fuming, tasked with bags and valet. (my money is on Jen)
You'd think that would be right up their alley...trouncing by the front desk with smug faces held high, but no. "But Heather, we'll have to get on an elevator and there will be no mobile reception to find out what room number."

Well hell and tarnation! That would be awful!
Big deal we gotta cheap room in a four star place. Besides, more fun in an adventure. God! Next time someone else put the room on THEIR card and I'd be more than happy to sashay past you at the front desk like I know better than to even speak to you.
I know Phrog would be there with me, tossing the hair as we passed. "Common people have to stop at the front desk first. Pfft."
You're so used to having an all-male posse though, you wouldn't know how to act, Phrog.

"I have to share a mirror???"
Don't bitch about working around five guys until you've worked around females.

Myself included.

Edit: And it's supposed to rain. AND it's a Friday the 13th. AND I lost all pre-recorded adresses about SatC when my phone died.