Firstly, I just found this amusing video put together by some woman and her boyfriend that stayed at the Lodge.
It really amused me.
Watch it here.
As for the other meaning...
Our first evening on Lanai, I couldn't find my watch.
It's a nice watch. It's a damned nice watch.
I looked everywhere and it was nowhere.
I had taken it off before we went to the hot tub, around 2p.
I said, "I don't need this at the hot tub..."
Tim said, "You don't really need it all weekend..."
I remembered dropping it in somewhere... a pouch, a pocket, a bag... but where?
It was now around 7p and room service would be here soon with dinner.
I looked in every drawer. I looked in the closet. I looked in the bathroom. I looked in my toiletry pouches. I looked in my suitcase and in my tote bag, in every pocket.
It was nowhere.
Tim started looking.
He couldn't find it either.
We combed the entire room.
Finally, he said, "Well, somebody must've stolen it. There's no other explanation."
We both found this really hard to believe as we were staying at a Four Seasons on a very small and friendly island.
Tim pointed out that not many would want to risk a good job like that by stealing a watch.
Finally, I called the front desk and told them that my watch was missing and thought they should know.
The man was very friendly and understanding and asked for a description of the watch.
"It was a Tag Heuer. It was a sport-type watch," I said.
"Ah yes... I know just the type... I have 3 of those myself..." he empathized.
I continued on, "It had a pink mother-of-pearl dial and diamond markers where the numbers are."
He said he would tell Security and Housekeeping and to keep looking.
What was the point? It was gone.
I looked in the drawers a few more times and cried my eyes out thinking about my beautiful diamond watch that I had wanted for so many years and now it was gone.
Finally, I was over it.
Whatever.
Dinner came, but we really didn't enjoy it as much as we should because of the missing watch.
Tim said he'd buy me a new one.
I said there was no point, that my ring looked better without it anyway... besides, they probably don't even make that watch anymore.
After dinner, I looked through everything again.
I looked in my tote bag.
I saw a zipper pull I hadn't noticed before.
The pocket was a large one that took up one whole side of the bag.
The zipper ran along the entire side of the bag.
Watch out for these bastards... they'll trick you every time.
I pulled the pull and looked inside.
It all looked very familiar now.
There was my watch at the bottom.
I said, "Here it is. I found it."
Tim said, "Nuh-uh!"
"Here it is," I repeated, holding it up.
"You're a kook!" Tim said.
Isn't a husband's love wonderful?
The man calls me a kook.
Grrrr.
You married me.
Who's calling whom a kook?
I called the man at the desk again.
I told him I had found the watch.
"I figured you would," he said easily.
Tim and I agreed that probably every other time someone had reported something stolen at that hotel, they found the item after further searching.
I do like my watch.
It's pretty.
It's pink.
It has sparklies.
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