Its rough or is it?
So here I am in Florida in my never ending pursuit to help get the space shuttle flying again. And what really stinks... i didnt get in town till 2 am this morning. More bad news... i'm staying at the La Quinta Inn in Cocoa Beach.... lets just say ghetto rat hotel! (getting a hotel is hard in Florida right now because repair men are everywhere) My whole opinion of La Quinta has changed. Why is this significant? (That i'm staying here) Well this place was orginally opened by the seven orginal mercury astronauts). So that means its historical... and very old and smells like mildew...which means i have migrains... stupid! I wonder what 100% satisfaction means?
on a better note. I did get a mustang convertabile for my car... at 2 am there is a good chance they'll run out of what you reserved. Bad news, my Mazda 6 has more power.
OK... i'm going to bed... the 4.5 hours from yesterday was not enough
Comments
hmmmmm... is that right?
i always swore that LaQuinta was started by the dancing lady with the fruit hat... well, i guess i was way off... astronauts...man
hehe
and have fun in your car that has the engine of an suv
Posted by: Trashy | October 25, 2004 09:45 PM
Mustang, nice. What year?
And the most musty hoetl experience was when me and Geano Foster stayed in a cheap choice hotel in LA a few years ago in the Korean area. But it was next to a very nice Korean restaurant that had delicious food. The saki was kinda weak though.
Posted by: Dylan | October 26, 2004 10:39 AM
Your whining about the LaQuinta...one with a free breakfast and high speed internet, and a pool and work out facility, and not to mention was founded by astronauts...Here's a couple of my more memorable motel experiences...
The Big Pillow in Wells, NV...green shag carpeting, dark brown panelling, scary sailboat pictures, gets bonus points for the name...
The Ruby Hill Motel in Eureka, NV...motel was not as memorable as the manager (scary old lady---think about the movie Kingpin), by 7:00 in the morning she was already hitting her gatorade and vodka mixture, and was known to go through your stuff when you were gone for the day, and on occasion to uninvitingly hop in someone's bed in the middle of the night (thankfully neither happened to me, well I don't know if she went through my stuff, but she at least never jumped in my bed in the middle of the night)...
Ahh, good times...
Posted by: Jeremy | October 26, 2004 11:32 AM