While debating changing hotels (which I realize might seem silly to some people, but lounging IN the pool was a big part of my vision for this trip), I was on hold for 30 minutes with Hilton . . . then the call was disconnected. Grr.
|Well, this didn't ring true.|
On and another thing . . . I called the Home2 Suites in advance of our trip . . . twice to ask what they included in their grab and go breakfasts. My GF butt likes to be prepared. The hard boiled egg and yogurt, that I COULD'VE eaten was not in our breakfast bags as promised. When I pointed this out to the staff, the front desk person said she'd get me the hardboiled egg and yogurt. She informed me:
OH, THAT'S JUST DURING THE WEEK. WE ONLY DO A GRANOLA BAR, A PIECE OF FRUIT, A PREPACKAGED MUFFIN, AND A WATER ON THE WEEKENDS BECAUSE WE ARE AT FULL CAPACTIY.
|I packed my GF oatmeal. I would've eaten a HB egg.|
I packed cereal for Coach too. He would've liked a glass of juice, but I bought some smoothies/protein shake and stocked the fridge which is a whole other interesting story.
Well. How is this good business sense? Saying it aloud was dumb. Skimping on your guests because you're busier? Step aside, hotel worker, and allow me to show you how to TREAT YOUR GUESTS. Even Coach was like: YEAH, WHEN WE'RE SUPER BUSY AT MY PT CLINIC ON MONDAYS, WE JUST TELL OUR PATIENTS THAT WE ARE GOING TO WORK WITH THEM LESS.
To avoid wasting more time on the hotel dilemma, Coach may have acted a tad hasty. He called a 1-800 # Sunday morning and asked about a room. "Too pricey." I was in the background suggesting that spending a bit more would be fine - IT WAS JUST ONE NIGHT, AFTERALL.
Then the woman on the phone suggested a Holiday Inn Express. It had a heated pool and hot tub. He was like LET'S JUST DO THIS. Later he would realize that he never asked about the workout room. Um, it wasn't open due to covid. So, that sucked.
After we went on a hike Sunday we checked out of the 'no protein for you' and 'no heat in the pool' hotel. Coach went inside the Holiday Inn Express to see if our room was ready. It was. The staff informed him that the pool was NOT heated, but the hot tub was. We stayed anyway.
Our room was fine. Not nice, but fine. The place was sort of blah. Apparently emptying the garbage near the pool is not part of anyone's official job description, so they let it overflow. It was windy, on this our chilliest day. So, the garbage just blew into the pool and floated there. I pretended that wasn't happening as I sunk down into the heated hot tub that was surrounded by a wall of rocks which kept the garbage at bay.
|Not sure you can see it in this photo that Coach took. There is a tube of sunscreen. If you look closer to the wall there's all kinds of 'stuff.'|
|Coach took this photo and he laughed when I pointed out that it looked like I was naked. This was the hot tub at the Holiday Inn Express - note the rock wall that kept the garbage out.|
On our last day, it was back in the low 70s and sunny. Perfection. After our morning hike, I took a walk through the La Quinta hotel that was across the parking lot from
our dump our latest adventure. The pool was enclosed. As part of my covert mission, I entered the pool area from the 1st floor corridor of rooms. I heard a TV blaring in room 110. I decided if anyone questioned me, I would just say that I was from room 110.
I may have missed my calling as a criminal.
So, yeah. This is why my blog is anonymous. I do embarrassing shit that I'm not willing to share with the general public who know me by name. (Don't worry, I'm still excited to throw an awesome '51 IS FUN' birthday party to invite all of you to, but we will be focused on drinking cocktails and everyone will sign a waiver agreeing to not judge me). There, now you know. I'm a coward. But not when it comes to hunting down my desired pool experience.
Faking my status as a guest is not something I do on the regular, but I feel like it is one of my strengths. A strength that I probably won't list on a resume.
The pool looked good and clean, but I noted there were no lounge chairs. Only regular chairs. Our frigid pool with floating garbage only offered one lounge chair. Don't people in Arizona like to recline when they sun themselves?
When I turned to leave the pool that I was hoping to 'borrow' a bit later, I realized that I couldn't get back into the corridor I had just come from without a key card. There was no gate to exit the pool area to the parking lot. There was a lady sitting in the courtyard-like grassy area near the pool. I prepared myself to distract her while I rummaged through her bag looking for her key card.
There were double doors leading back into the lobby. I tried one of them. Locked. Just before my mini-panic attack set in, and I had to wave a white flag and ask for someone to release me back into the wild, I pulled the 2nd door handle. It opened and I made my escape. Bullet dodged, or at the very least: suspicious-hotel-staff-dirty-looks dodged.
We needed to check out by 1:00, so I got packed up and then laid on the sole lounge chair and focused on my book so I could avoid watching the collection of bobbing garbage. This was a hot day and the hot tub did not appeal.
Coach joined me pool side, well - he sat in the shade in the corner with his laptop, after he checked out of the hotel. After a few hours in the sun, I was ready to cool off. I told Coach I was going rogue. I hoped he'd join me. Besides, there was no way in hell I was going to change into airplane ready clothes in the restrooms at our Holiday Inn Express. Even without looking, I could only imagine.
I walked through the lobby, of this my 3rd hotel, as a fake guest. I stared intently at my phone trying not to look lost. I got myself set up at a chair and positioned my book (The Boys in the Boat - highly recommend) near the edge with a few towels. Then I entered the pool from the stairs on the opposite side.
Um, IT WAS BEYOND COLD. There is no way they had the heater on in that pool, even though I'd done my homework and called to ask if it was heated. I thought of all of you, my readers. I could not disappoint. I'd come this far. I crossed that pool prepared to dodge an ice burg. A few high-pitched, squealy sounds escaped me. I propped myself on my elbows at the edge. I read my book till I could take it no more. Coach showed up and enjoyed the shady area. For my last hour, I moved to the hot tub and sat either in it or dangling my feet in it while I read.
|Can you see my shivering? Photo backdrop|
compliments of La Quinta Hotel.
Well worth the adventure.
As anticipated, the bathrooms were clean. It was like they rolled out the red carpet for their favorite fake guest. We changed, ate an early dinner nearby, and headed to the airport.
Expect happy highlights of the trip to be sprinkled into my upcoming posts. I still have to write about Lulu, my first bikini wax, the 'oops' moments during Coach's class taught from home, and a collection of chuckle-worthy grocery shopping experiences.
If you were eagerly awaiting the finale of yesterday's post, then I look forward to hearing from you. Maybe you were busy enjoying beautiful spring weather - wherever you are, and whosever pool you needed to sneak into to thoroughly enjoy some sunshine. ;) Suz keep an eye out for yours truly. I might just hope the fence one day.
Care to share your worst hotel experience? (I wouldn't call this my worst experience, but it kept things interesting).