In an unusual turn of events, Matt and I both traveled for work this week. Matt hardly ever travels, but when he does it's on the fancy law firm budget, which means the nicest hotels and luxury steak dinners.
I travel at least monthly, but when I do it's on the non-profit social service agency budget, which means the Red Lion Inn and dinner is the value meal at Moe's.
Actually, in September, on my five year work anniversary, I put my foot down about not staying at the Red Lion Inn anymore. I put in my time there. And so this month I stayed at the Sheraton, and I will tell you when I walked into the lobby, I felt like I was walking into the very lap of luxury.
I walked across that shiny floor to check in, and was greeted with a glass of cucumber water and a man with a British accent.
LIFE CANNOT GET ANY BETTER
The woman told me that I would be in room 346, and when I asked her where the elevator was, she said, "Oh, you won't need to take the stairs. 346 is on this ground level."
Well that sounds familiar.
Well that sounds familiar.
Are all the hotels in this town built into the side of a giant hill?
I made my way to my room, and couldn't wait to check out my view. Matt had sent me a photo of the view from his hotel, and I decided I'd send him a picture of mine.
This was his view.
And this was mine.
Some trees and the backside of a Petsmart.
As I was heading out for dinner, Matt sent me a few pictures from the work event he was attending at the Field Museum in Chicago.
And then I drove over to Moe's to pick up my dinner, and parked next to this.
That would be a deer in the backseat.
How about that wildlife, Matt?
On my way back from dinner I entered the hotel through a different door, evidently on a lower level, and when I got into the elevator, I could not find the button for the third floor.
There was no 3.
It took me about four minutes to realize the little sign next to "L" said "Lobby is 3rd floor."
Is it just me or are hotels always this complicated to navigate?
Unfortunately on Tuesday night I felt like I was getting sick, so I ordered room service. I decided to go crazy and get spinach dip AND pizza, and when the gentleman brought it to my room, he lifted the lid of the spinach dip and then the lid of the pizza box and waved his hand dramatically over both, as if he was presenting me with lobster tail and caviar as opposed to chips and dip and honey barbecue pizza on some sub-par, pre-made dough.
I felt horrible yesterday and today I went to the doctor. Turns out I have a sinus infection and an ear infection.
I don't know what we will be eating for dinner tonight, but I can promise you it won't be Moe's or a fancy steak dinner.