I have stayed there at least ten times and I still get lost trying to find my way around.
When I checked in Wednesday evening for my twelve hour stay, I was given a glass of complimentary apple cider, information about the continental breakfast, and a key for room 441. I immediately began to regret my excessive packing as I lugged my rolling suitcase, laptop bag, two jackets, purse, lunchbox, and complimentary apple cider down the hall to the elevator, where I made the pleasant discovery that I was staying in the friendliest hotel in THE ENTIRE COUNTRY.
I could hardly believe my good luck.
My belongings and I traveled from the groundthird floor up to the fourthfifth floor, and down several long hallways until at last I arrived at room 441.
I slid my key into the door, and the red light blinked.
Slid it in again. Red light.
I flipped it over and tried once more. And once more I saw the red light.
So I gathered my composure and all of my belongings and trudged back to the desk. A different employee was there and she said, in a VERY FRIENDLY manner, "Hello, miss!!!! Is there something I can help you with?!!!"
"There is," I said, "I just checked into room 441 a minute ago and my room key isn't working."
She typed furiously on her keyboard for a few seconds and then said, with the biggest smile in the entire country, "I'm so sorry, but no one has checked in yet for room 441."
"Well," I said, "I am all checked in. And my paperwork here says room 441."
After she looked into the matter a bit further and consulted with her manager, she discovered that I was supposed to be in room 449. As she fixed me up a new key, she looked at me and said, "Don't worry Ms. C.! You aren't the crazy person! I AM!" with the COUNTRY'S FRIENDLIEST smile on her face.
I didn't think I was crazy at all, but the statement was oddly reassuring.
I am happy to report that the key to 449 worked beautifully and aside from a moment of my own confusion in the elevator, the rest of my stay at THE FRIENDLIEST HOTEL IN THE COUNTRY was incident free.
Since the location of my meeting was halfway to Penn State, I decided to drive the rest of the way there after my Thursday meeting and visit Emily.
I also decided to book a hotel for the two of us since my days of sleeping in a college dorm are way behind me, and what college girl doesn't love a chance to get out of her dorm for a night?
Emily and I checked into the hotel on Thursday evening and the lady behind the desk gave us the key to room 233.
As we made our way to the room I told Em all about my experience from the night before and we laughed and laughed because ISN'T THAT CRAZY? HOPE WE DON'T HAVE SUCH BAD LUCK THIS TIME AROUND.
And then I slid the key into the door in room 233 and it opened right up.
I turned on the light and waltzed in a few steps, only to discover THERE WAS ALREADY SOMEBODY IN THERE.
I saw a pizza and sodas on the desk, and I do believe I saw legs under the covers but I cannot be sure because I backed right out of that room faster than I've moved in years.
I whisper-yelled GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! as I literally RAN. EMILY. OVER.
We hightailed it back down to the desk as Emily kept saying how that seemed like the opening scene of a Law and Order SVU episode and sufficiently FREAKING ME OUT.
When we got to the front desk the lady asked what was wrong, and I said, "It appears that there is someone in the room already."
"Well, there shouldn't be," she said.
THERE IS, M'AM, I SAW THE BIG GULP AND THE PEPPERONI PIZZA ON THE DESK WITH MY OWN TWO EYES.
She reassigned us to another room, which was, quite fortunately, unoccupied.
And then we took this adorable picture because we were so happy to be reunited and headed out for dinner (Emily), and...alive (me).
We had a very pleasant stay, but I think my next visit will just be a day trip.