crystal luxmore

You always hear about journalists getting all sorts of perks.  Not moi.  Unless you call visiting a bio-waste plant a perk.  But my day finally came last fall when I was assigned to review Toronto’s Hazelton Hotel for the Canadian Tourism Commission’s newsletter and magazine.  Had a fab time.  One thing that didn’t make it into the article? The popcorn, cookies  and homemade rum and cokes that my boyfriend brought along so we could lounge on the empire-sized bed with HBO.  Ah, the romance.  (Hey, for a couple without cable, HBO can be almost as good as sex).