Apparently we have termites in our solid concrete apartment complex. I’ve never seen any in the 10 years I’ve lived there, but I’m sure the little critters are there somewhere or the owners of our humble abode wouldn’t be spending big bucks to kill tiny bugs.
The management team let us know a month in advance that this was going to happen. Yet one can never prepare to leave the comforts of one’s home to go live in a hotel room for two nights. I’m not complaining. They got us a hotel room which they didn’t have to do. It’s a nice room. the manager of the hotel worked well with me to get us a corner room, on the bottom floor, next to an exit door. Why? Because we had to bring our dogs, Styx and Stone, with us. Two dogs that -in their 17 combined years – have never spent the night any other place other than the apartment we now live in. This was going to be a adventure.
We’ve been in this room for two hours now. Tim has the tv hooked up with FireTV stick. So all the comforts of home television viewing is now ours here in this box with two beds. I’ve got the laptop, so I’m happy. And Styx has been a phenomenal dog. She’s laid beside me the entire time. Stone, on the other hand, has merfed and berfed at every noise going on in the hallway. Like it’s his top priority to alert us to the fact that there is some sort of ruckus going on beyond that door; in case I couldn’t figure that out myself.
Tim has found the breakfast buffet. Four times now. I, however, go for coffee and the coffee thing is empty. That’s just my luck. I’ve already christened the toilet in the “sterile for your protection” bathroom. The room used to have that “new room” smell. Now…not so much, The toilet paper is so thin. I might as well wipe with my hand. No wonder those bears complain about horrible toilet paper at hotels. They know what they’re bitching about!
The dogs are remaining amazingly calm listening to the people on the floor above us bounce around. Apparently there’s a bouncy-house up there! And we can hear the vacuum cleaners being utilized in the hallways. And Tim has found all the good looking guys around the hotel. “There’s a cutie getting breakfast!”, and “there’s a sort of cute guy doing maintenance work,” are some of the reports I’m getting back from him. He’s spending his time about the grounds. While I’m spending my time babysitting the wolves and typing this.
So that’s our first hours of our hotel adventure. This is unique to us since I haven’t seen the inside of a hotel since the last time I’ve worked for one. And that was back in 2004. Wish us luck.