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Sharon, Laura and I went to a hotel in St. Paul last night and two by the MoA. Then Laura and I went back to the Crowne Plaza, which didn't look quite as loverly as the first time I saw it, mixed with Sharon's exuberance. Certainly less likely to provoke fan comments than the Thunderbird, but a tacky plastic fig tree and bowl of fruit had been hiding under dim lights. Oh well, it would still work and, it doesn't feel like a fish bowl.