Relaxation
May 5th, 2006 at 11:57 am by Susie
You know with me, it’s never simple, right? We got to the hotel at 6 p.m. (not really a hotel, it’s a place where you rent a condo unit) and there was no one to let us into our room. We called the emergency number on the door, and we were told there was a lock box downstairs with our keys. We go downstairs - the lock box is open and no keys. We call the call service again, we call Expedia, we call the number the call service gave us - nada. Finally, after we’ve waited in the lobby for two hours and I watch Best Friend melt down (”Serenity now!” she screamed at one point, striking a yoga Warrior pose), Mark the maintainance guy shows up with the keys.
“Hey man, I’m not making excuses or anything, this shouldn’t have happened, but you know, Karen? The office manager? she just found out yesterday she’s having a baby and her mind’s on other things,” he says.
“How nice for her,” Best Friend says through clenched teeth.
We unpack and go to a nearby Italian place for dinner, reputed to be the best in town. The waitress gets everything wrong. Everything.
We head back to the condo, watch some TV and get ready for bed. I tell BF to take the room with the king-sized bed, I’ll sleep on the fold-out couch. Well, I tried. But as I was sitting on the bed, reading and watching a little TV, the whole contraption rose up and swallowed me. My friend had to pull me out of the thing’s maws.
The bottom part wouldn’t stay up, either. I examined the frame, and it turns out a piece of the metal frame was snapped in two. By then it was late, and I didn’t want to be bothered putting the thing back together, so I slept sideways on the middle section.
This morning, I tried to put it back, but it won’t fit. We tried for a half-hour, gave up and went to breakfast. Well, we tried - the place we really wanted to visit had a kitchen fire last night and they’re closed until they can clean up. They referred us to a newby IHOP.
The IHOP wasn’t prepared for the influx; it looked like a Sunday morning in there. It was almost an hour before we saw any food.
“I’m fine,” my friend kept saying. “Really.”
“Why do I get this feeling you’re a bomb, about to blow?” I said.
I guess we’ll see.
jeez what is wrong with you two? are you really guys are something? i always sleep with my girlfriends in those situations - you even have a king size bed.
>> But as I was sitting on the bed, reading and watching a little TV, the whole contraption rose up and swallowed me. My friend had to pull me out of the thing’s maws.
ROTFLMAO!
Only you Susie, only you…
that was “or something”. sorry.
btw, i sleep with my male friends like that too.
God, I laughed so much reading this. I guess that makes me a Bad Person. I do hope the rest of your stay gets better.
the image of you getting swallowed by the sofa-bed is just hilarious.
If it was me, i woulda just taken the floor. better for the back.
You are one unhappy chronic complainer.
You may have fallen into a situation comedy. This sounds like a My Name Is Earl episode. At least you’re due for some good karma.