And I think I’m the only Her blogging. (Get it??)
The hotel is crazy busy and only one building has an elevator. They charged me $5.50 for a beer. I’m tired and a little sweaty from driving all afternoon and evening. But I’m glad I’m here.
I stopped to get gas about midway and went into a Foster’s Freeze. I haven’t seen one in a long time and I remember liking their fries when I was little. Plus, I had to use the ladies. When I walked in and saw that the place was empty, I was all, ‘Cool! The place is empty! No line in the ladies!’ But when I walked in to the bathroom, it was sans toilet paper, so I walked right back out and asked for someone to fix that situation. While I was waiting for the one and only girl to go in and add some TP while the guys all kind of stood around and helped, um, no one, since there was no one to help, I ordered some fries, an iced tea and because I knew I’d probably need some protein, a burrito. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when I was washing my hands that I thought is was odd that they even had a burrito. I didn’t remember any burritos when I was little. But, what the heck. A burrito.
I walked back out into the deserted dining area to sit down and wait and noticed that I wasn’t really all alone after all. The table next to me had two flies on it. So I walked to the next table. It had three flies on it. So I just kept walking around the room, passing table after table of flies having dinner, until I had completed one lap and then stood next to the counter, hoping against hope that all the flies were, for some reason, more apt to be on one side of the counter than the other. Sadly, I was wrong, and the flies by the warmer and dancing on top of the drink station seemed to be having quite a party.
My feet frozen to my spot, but keeping my arms twitching and my head swaying lest I look like a good landing spot to a fly, I heard a ding and I thought, ‘Phew! My flies, I mean, fries are done!’ But alas, it was not my fries but instead my burrito getting pulled out of the deep fryer. My fries were under the warmer becoming a fly family of 9’s appetizer.
The young man grabbed the fries, shoved them and the burrito in the sack, handed me my iced tea and asked if I wanted ketchup. I KNEW I wasn’t going to eat them, and FYI, I never eat ketchup on my fries, but for some reason, I said yes. He threw some in and handed me the sack. I walked outside and into my car and sat there for about 3 minutes in silence wondering why I didn’t demand my $6.01 back.
Instead, I grabbed the burrito, mostly because I was fascinated that they had put in in the deep fryer (??) and cracked it open. It was filled with chili.
Huh.
So, I threw it all away in the trashcan in the parking lot and went back to the gas station and bought a water and a bag of pumpkin seeds. That and this beer is dinner. Nutritious. My mother would be so proud.
Off to take a cold shower and get in bed. Hey, the comforter is pretty nice. I brought my own from home for nothing……
smaaaht lady, that’s some nasty sounding dinnertime adventure right there. Beer has all of the basic food groups in one tasty swallow.
er, if you’re a chugger.
hope you have a faboo time! and get to eat something a little more yum.
LOL I have HAD one of those burrittos!!! ugh….no flies tho
Thanks for writing FROM the fun place that we who did not get to go are dying to hear about but pretending we don’t care and are not jonesing for all our favorite blogs which are NOT being updated!!
You are the Queen Leah 🙂
I will see you in less than 8 hours – if I can find you! Thanks for the road report. A fried chili burrito – sounds like a gastronomic rocket-propelled-grenade.
I still would have eaten the hell out of that burrito.
Hey, I believe the Hyatt has beds that adjust firmness, like the sleep number bed…. oh wait, maybe thats the Hilton. Nevermind…
Food on the road really sucks big bananas! You are such a good writer, I feel a bit queasy now. Have fun mixing with all the rock start blogging women!!!
And please promise that you always, always immediately throw the comforter off the bed at hotels. Please promise me ok? I’ve spent many night in hotels not as a hooker mind you, but a traveling employee with a real-life Corporation even.
I’m so very jealous of you right now. I hope you take lots of pictures and keep us updated.
Great masthead again, btw!
I wouldn’t have said anything either, I’m a wuss at times.
Good for you for bringing your own comforter, because hotels only change those things about once a month–ewww. I know this first hand I ran a Hyatt front desk for 2 years. So when we travel the day of arrival I call the hotel and ask them to change the comforter and blanket. If you had a black light you’d puke, if you saw what was left behind in your clean room.
OHMYGOSH! Have so much fun! Back when there were still only 47 people signed up, I looked at flights and tried to figure out how it could be possible and then realized this weekend is Mackenzie’s swim and dive divisionals (Saturday AND Sunday) and there was Just No Way. 🙁
I will live vicariously. Do me proud.
in response to the comforter thing, it’s true, but i like all the blankets so i keep them on anyway. gross, i know, but i don’ t care seeing as i stay at a hotel *maybe* one night out of the year. if i traveled more often maybe i’d change. but the last hotel i stayed at, a holiday inn in pennsylvania, had 2 sheets, one in the “normal” place and then one on top of the blanket, clearly so they would practically never have to wash the blanket. sick.
also sick is the fact that i was so hungry when i read this entry yesterday that by the end of it i still wanted to eat the burrito.
…and this morning as I was brushing my teeth AT THE HYATT, I looked up and saw lots of creepy crawlers doing a tango in the light fixture in my bathroom. I tried not to think of the bedbug epidemic some hotels are having.
Have a great time Leah.
Xo
I look for pickup trucks in the parking lot when I’m unfamiliar with the town and the restaurants. Pickup truck drivers in small towns tend to be locals who just want good food at a good price without a lot of fuss, so a lot full of trucks is a good sign. Actually, as you found out, an empty parking lot at a restaurant almost always means “Stay away!”