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Never Leapfrog a Unicorn
Mar. 17th, 2009 10:59 pmSo, flying. Flying went well. Entertained stewardesses with cat plushie.
... Texas? Not so well.
Got to Dallas Love, and N forgot a bag back at the shuttle pick up. The attendant had thankfully saved it and laughed as we as we thanked him. Picked up stuff from Plano, which doesn't sound like it should. Plaaaaaaaaaa-nto. Where does that 't' come from?
Tried to find the hotel. The Tom-Tom got us majorly lost. In retrospect, the Tom-Tom knew more than we did.
Okay, to date there had been 2 hotels that have actually ranked the 'Weird-Shyte-O-Metre'.
1: Shadow Pines in Yellowstone, that had the scary tongue moose head, no exterior lighting, smelled like mildew and had the glowing skulls across the street.
2: The nice hotel in San Jose with the extremely drunk guy who would not shut up or leave, shouting about raping women outside the door of two women.
This one I'm still trying to figure out where it goes in the Top 3. I'm not sure if it was the overall vibe, the mix-mashed signs, the shouting fights in three different areas, the hotel desk calming informing one of the 5 security guards that 'if they continue, just call 911', or the trains on the other side of the street blaring their horns long and loud every 10-15 minutes.
... Or maybe it was the heart-shaped swimming pool. >_O On the positive side, it -was- clean.
Anyway. Moved to a different hotel close by, right across the street from Six Flags Over Texas (Yay!) and had dinner at a interesting 50s diner called Steak and Shake.
The subject line was on a shirt a girl at the diner was wearing. It cracked us up, so had to share.
And with that, have work in the morning. Am charging camera up for photos, work site promises to be really pretty. Whoo-hoo!
... Texas? Not so well.
Got to Dallas Love, and N forgot a bag back at the shuttle pick up. The attendant had thankfully saved it and laughed as we as we thanked him. Picked up stuff from Plano, which doesn't sound like it should. Plaaaaaaaaaa-nto. Where does that 't' come from?
Tried to find the hotel. The Tom-Tom got us majorly lost. In retrospect, the Tom-Tom knew more than we did.
Okay, to date there had been 2 hotels that have actually ranked the 'Weird-Shyte-O-Metre'.
1: Shadow Pines in Yellowstone, that had the scary tongue moose head, no exterior lighting, smelled like mildew and had the glowing skulls across the street.
2: The nice hotel in San Jose with the extremely drunk guy who would not shut up or leave, shouting about raping women outside the door of two women.
This one I'm still trying to figure out where it goes in the Top 3. I'm not sure if it was the overall vibe, the mix-mashed signs, the shouting fights in three different areas, the hotel desk calming informing one of the 5 security guards that 'if they continue, just call 911', or the trains on the other side of the street blaring their horns long and loud every 10-15 minutes.
... Or maybe it was the heart-shaped swimming pool. >_O On the positive side, it -was- clean.
Anyway. Moved to a different hotel close by, right across the street from Six Flags Over Texas (Yay!) and had dinner at a interesting 50s diner called Steak and Shake.
The subject line was on a shirt a girl at the diner was wearing. It cracked us up, so had to share.
And with that, have work in the morning. Am charging camera up for photos, work site promises to be really pretty. Whoo-hoo!