'Hmm, not seeing any available rooms. Are you sure you won't take a room with a king bed?' Nope. I wanted two beds. Mini was prepared to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag, but I reserved a room with two beds, and I really didn't want to share a bed. Sometimes I don't sleep great the night before a competition. I did not want to worry about whether or not I was keeping Curly awake. At last she spoke words that were like music to my ears: 'Oh, I have a room for you.'
In my desperate attempt to score a microwave, before I realized they they literally do not offer them, I discovered that my name buddy not only shared my name, but she and I both had Celiac disease. Seriously?!
|View - if you look down you can see a riverboat.|
Bellhop boy admitted to being terrified of heights - our room was on the 24th floor. The tower went up to the 25th floor, but the top floor was a restaurant. He asked if we minded if he peeked out on the balcony. We were happy to share our new bonus features with him. He kept one foot firmly grounded inside the room while he checked out our view.
|Old picture - taken on my|
old pukey counter tops.
Curly announced that we could have our dance friends back to our room after she danced on Sunday night, 'If she danced well'. I corrected her: 'WHEN you dance well.'