So, very little has been said about the motels we have been staying at. Mostly because what is there to report but cheap doable accommodations. A standard room with 2 queen beds and a bathroom.
While I have heard horror motel stories, ours have not been as bad but the problems we have faced have been memorable.
Arizona: The room reeked of pot
Cedar City: The hot and cold functions on the faucets were reversed (learned the hard way by Uyen)
And Colorado: Fleas in Uyen's bed and no electrical outlets
Nebraska: The place reeked of bad curry
So our budget has been small, with every night averaging about $60. (Thanks to booking through AAA.) Then we get to Chicago. The cheapest room we can find in town, for $100.
Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you....Renaissance Hotel, Room 1623
The 16th floor, top floor, where a room key is needed for elevator access.
In the real world, we call this penthouse kiddies.
One of our two televisions.
Flat screen-you are allowed to drool.
Finally I can blog and stretch out.
A driving warrior has needs.
Reading a romance novel on your own couch...
Erotic luxury.
A robe AND blow dryer?
No. stop-you will just make me beautiful forever
And they have a gym and Starbucks?
Oh my god.
Stop!
And a view?
I need a cigarette.
2 comments:
Quyen, first off, love the dress, you look adorable! Ang, you couldn't be sexier stretched out on that table even if you were on the hood of a red Camaro with a hair band rockin' behind you.
Um, Lara, I take it you never saw Angela on the Camaro????
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