AnthrogeekPF: While in San Francisco, we stayed at a... shall we say... fleabag hotel with no lobby, a buzzer doorbell, and a hand-operated elevator (and by hand I mean our OWN hands! I now know how to slide open a steel cage and hand-feed the rats enough pellets to convince them to peddle that sucker as fast as their tiny 3/4 inch legs will allow!). The room itself was miniscule, to use an overly generous word. I was unable to maintain an electrical connection while recharging my phone, laptop, or camera battery because the holes in the outlets were too large, or something, so anything I plugged in just fell out and flopped to the floor like an impotent... well... never mind that. Not a word you can associate with anything regarding a road trip dedicated to AFL.... ahem....
Contrast that with our casino hotel room at Thunder Valley. Absolutely stunning room with full amenities, a spa bathroom with waterfall shower head (in a shower separate from the tub, I might add) that alone was literally as big as our entire room at the fleabag. Two queen beds instead of one full and one twin, as the fleabag had. Internet was fast as lighting and I was able to queue all my vids from the night before for uploading themselves to YouTube while we waited in line at the concert venue. All the requirements were in place for a highly positive experience that more than justified the nearly triple cost, until...... yes, because it's a casino, perhaps, and a den of all-night sybaritic delights of drunken excess, there was screaming, laughter, and cursing penetrating the walls of our room ALL FREAKING NIGHT. Oh, did I mention the sounds of random furniture moving....?
So, the moral of this tale is.... if you want a great room with all the amenities, go to a resort casino. If you just wanna fucking SLEEP in an uninterrupted stretch of more than 10 minutes every two hours, your friendly neighborhood fleabag stands ready to welcome you with open arms..... well, once you haul all your shit up a flight of stairs, wait to be buzzed in, wait around for the desk clerk/maid/reservation agent/professional napper to wake the fuck up and give you the damn key.....
Not to be selfish, okay, being selfish, may you have luxurious accommodations all Glamazing Race long.
ReplyDeleteFor while we are sorry about the noise factor, the blog post/vid upload factor - for us - is oh, so worth it!