Why does the sun come up?

So I got an email tonight from Alexa (did you get one too?) at nyhotties.com asking if I'd like to contribute to her 'weekly carnival'. It's a nice invite, but I just don't think I have a story of interest to share. But Alexa's message does present a funny coincidence.

I'm not in New York at this moment, but I am feeling quite warm cuz I'm wearing my lovely, luxurious and hot (um, stolen) robe from the W New York.

They really should keep the storage closet on the 11th floor locked--tipsy chick-a-dees may be wandering around the hall in the wee hours of the morning with an ice bucket and mistake the closet as the ice machine room and help themselves to a robe (or two).