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This is the hotel hallway - this room had two dancers and our room across the hall and down had Curly's sign on it. I am guessing the hotel management loves us. |
Between my middle of the night starvation issue
and Mini's misbehaved hotel neighbor issue, we were TIRED! Since Curly had a hard time falling asleep, I let her sleep an extra 15 minutes from the original plan. I had some extra time worked into our schedule.
When we saw a small window between Curly's 2nd
and 3rd dance rounds, we bolted back to the hotel to rest. It was like a 10 minute walk. We had to be back
for Curly to hear which dancers were recalled (Are you catching this
lingo? Starting to feel like you could hang at a competition and
know what was about to happen next? You're welcome, cause I am confident
that is a life skill you always dreamed of having).
I whipped up lunch for the girls, who sat there
and willingly allowed me to hobble around getting them things.
Me: Who said crackers? Yogurt?
Curly: Oh, I wanted the crackers.
Me: Do you want Gatorade or vitamin
water? Mini can have one piece of leftover pizza - Curly wait till you
are done dancing and then you can have the rest.
Mini: OK, can you get me a spoon for my
fruit cup?
Me: Oh, I found another cheese stick.
You get the idea, right? My brain hurt
from sheer exhaustion. I was dying to lie down. By the time lunch
was consumed, we had 16 minutes before we had to be back at the venue.
Curly parked herself in front of the TV in the living room and woke Mini and I up 16 minutes
later. I think I slept about 9 minutes. It felt wonderful, but that
rested feeling wore off faster than you can say "I need a REAL nap!"
I fluffed my suffering hair and limped back to
the venue. I did not ride a bike that morning, because hello - 5 am wake
up call. So the knee was about as big as I had seen it. Mini stayed
back to finish her nap, because Curly was going to dance at the end of the next
round anyway. I burned with jealousy as I watcher her roll over and get
cozy. Cozy!
After Curly's set round, we saved seats at the
awards area and made our way back to the hotel. Our room keys (plural)
would not work, and I got housekeeping to let us in. People! I
called the front desk. They apologized. I asked them about whether
or not they were going to give me a night free for the smoking issue, and they said they were.
It had already been removed from my bill.
The girls and I had chili packed in the fridge
for dinner. I called room service and told them I had two fee meal
tickets. How long would it take to get room service? 30
minutes or less. I was all 'Let's do this,' and my traveling buddies were
fully on board. Shock. We ordered and I removed my sweater so it
would not get wrinkled this time. I thought the food would take 30
minutes and I NEEDED to sleep.
The instant I fell asleep - like less than 10
minutes later, Curly burst into the bedroom to tell me the food had
arrived. I fumbled in the dark and ended up putting on a dark brown
sweater inside out. The girls just about died laughing as I settled up with room
service dressed like a bum. I ate my salad and ONCE AGAIN laid down.
This time I think I slept about 30 minutes
before the girls woke me up so we could go back to the venue and prepare for
awards. That 30 minutes was glorious, people - GLORIOUS!
Guess what is NOT good for a hair day that
started out on the good side? Multiple wink-and-a-half naps followed by a
decent nap. I looked like I needed to borrow an Irish dancing wig, but
hey -at awards no one fought with us for our seats. So, there's
that.
What is your worst hotel experience?
What is your worst hotel experience?