Hotel adventures

Jay likes to tease me that I choose hotels that could be very loosely referred to as "quaint." He calls them hotel hell. Considering I have a weed whacker named Satan, I suppose that could be appropriate. But, this room is simply the result of my tendency to be a crap magnet. I guess booking a room two months in advance and guaranteeing it with a credit card is no real guarantee that the lovely king suite I was supposed to have will actually be the room I get to stay in.

Instead I got, wait for it.....the Arena room! The bed is a lovely number that pulls out of the wall.

This would be my view from the lovely balcony at the far end of this splendid specimen of fine Boise accommodations.

Oh, and did I mention that this is the only window in the room? And yes, I can actually stand on the balcony outside the door and take in the beautiful view.
Now, to be fair, they did take $40.00 off the price of the room. You are welcome, City of Ammon, for my sacrifice to save you some money in these hard economic times. And they did offer to move me to my king suite tomorrow. However, that would be pretty inconvenient as I would not be able to unpack, I have meetings all day long, and I am only staying one more night. So, I offered to endure my time here in this horrific mother of all rooms which, by the way, has a big sign that warns it is a non-smoking room and an additional $250.00 cleaning fee will be charged if there is smoking in the room. Ironic, since I am sitting here trying to scrape the taste of stale cigarette smoke off my tongue. If I save $40.00 a day on the room rate, does that mean the City will let me eat from the room service menu where a hamburger costs $15.00? Sounds fair to me.

I will be calling my friends here in Boise to rescue me. Yup, the adventures just never end.