Okay, I lied. It seemed like a good idea to have a Tonkaview Room instead of a Harborview Room, but that was before the CAT 988F’s started their engines, gentlemen, at 6:00 this morning. It hadn’t snowed overnight! What or who could possibly require sand and salt that early in the morning? I am stumped. I suspect everyone else with a Tonkaview Room was too.
The 6:00 AM wakeup actually wouldn’t normally bother me that much, since I’m up around that time most days anyway. Last night, however, I was entertained from midnight to 1:30 AM by an insanely obnoxious, loud drunk woman and the dudes who enabled her (across the hall), and then from 1:30 to 3:00 AM listening to a marriage apparently disintegrate in the room next to me.
So my dearest Michael and Carol: I know more about you and your problems than you could possibly imagine (unless, of course, you were smart enough to realize that if you yell in a hotel room, everyone on the floor will hear you), and wish I could expunge it all from my brain housing group, stat. But I’m not sure some of the images you evoked will ever leave, once they penetrated the pillows I’d stacked on my head and nestled into my cochleas.
To the hotel’s credit: when I called about the drunkfest across the hall, they immediately sent someone up to deal with the situation. I probably should have called them about Michael and Carol, but decided to just ride it out. Probably my own mistake on that one.
All in all, it was a nice visit (I had a great dinner at the hotel too). Click on the thumbnail above and you can replicate my Tonkaview Room view at your own computer.
Mmmmm . . . . sand . . .