Chapter Three: …And the Just Plain Bizarre…
Divas in the Green Masks
By Victoria
In the summer and fall of 2003, Jackie Gayda, Gail Kim, and I were traveling together all the time. We got along real well and enjoyed each other’s company, but one night we got a bit closer than any of us planned.
We got lost on our way from the arena to the hotel after the show and drove around for an extra hour. A great start to our trip.
In our little group, Jackie is responsible for booking the hotels. We split up the travel chores, hotel, car rental, directions, that kind of stuff, and the hotels are always her thing. Once we were inside, she stepped up to the desk first because she had the itinerary and everything she printed out. Jackie always books over the same Internet site so the routine is always the same.
The guy behind the desk tells her the computer is showing no record of reservation for her. After trying her name a few more times, he still has nothing. He tried to check for me. Nothing. And Gail. Still nothing.
This guy was so nice and very helpful. He kept looking through some things on the computer and finally saw that we were booked at another location of this hotel chain — over five hours away.
Jackie called the website she booked the room with and after looking into what happened, they apologized to her. Something went very screwy on their end causing the problem with our reservation. The apology was great, but it wasn’t going to do us any good right there. Jackie explained to the guy behind the desk that the website was going to cancel our reservations at the other place and we would all just take rooms at this location.
“I’m real sorry, but I’ve got one room left and it’s only got one bed. If you’re okay with that, it’s yours.”
Three women. One bed. It wasn’t going to be the greatest night of sleep any of us ever had, but faced with the alternative of driving three hundred miles when it was already so late and we had to catch an early-morning flight the next day, it would be good enough.
As soon as we stepped into the room and got a look at the one bed, I said to the other girls, “I think a glass of wine may help the situation.” We all dropped out bags and zipped down to the lobby bar.
Walking in, we could see that there were only hotel employees sitting around drinking but didn’t think much of it. I asked for a wine menu and the bartender told me they were shut down for the night. Thinking I could get some sympathy, I told him our story. He still wouldn’t serve us. I then offered to pay him three times the price of each glass of wine. He refused it. This was hopeless.
Because we had to wake up early to get to the airport, none of us wanted to waste time driving around this town looking for a place to get a glass of wine. We might not even find anything. It wasn’t worth the hassle. We’d just go back up to the room.
Now the three of us have this thing we do where we hang out in someone’s room before going to sleep: we give ourselves facials. It’s quality girl bonding time. With us all in the same room, we decided to do the facials, relax in bed, and watch a movie.
I have to mention that the facials we always do require us to keep on this weird-looking green mask for a while.
So we’re at the green mask phase, we all get into bed and start watching this movie; I can’t even remember the name of it. It was about a call girl. At some point she gets involved with another woman and there’s some steamy action involved.
The three of us just start laughing at the situation.
I looked at the girls and said, “Do you realize the idea of three WWE Divas lying in the same bed, watching a lesbian film is probably a fantasy for quite a few guys out there? And imagine if they could only see us now… all sexy in our green facial masks. I’m sure this is how they all dreamed it would be.”
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