Safely Ensconced in a Phoenix Hotel
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Wonderful account there Rog... I feel as though I'm almost there with you, which would probably be a little awkward... ;-)
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
I guess I should have set up the tent.
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Just be glad you got in town for some reasonable weather (at least as far as the rest of the world is concerned.) It's supposed to be about 88f tomorrow and around 70f on Wednesday and Thursday, with a chance of rain. Once that passes, it's going to start getting hot. Fast.
Adam Maras | Software Developer Microsoft Certified Professional Developer
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Roger Wright wrote:
scotch
what brand of scotch Wogger? Bryce
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I guess I should have set up the tent.
That would only be acceptable with the proper view... ;P
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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Just be glad you got in town for some reasonable weather (at least as far as the rest of the world is concerned.) It's supposed to be about 88f tomorrow and around 70f on Wednesday and Thursday, with a chance of rain. Once that passes, it's going to start getting hot. Fast.
Adam Maras | Software Developer Microsoft Certified Professional Developer
I know! I look forward to visiting here only in summer. It's refreshing to get away to someplace cool in August, relatively speaking. ;)
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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Roger Wright wrote:
scotch
what brand of scotch Wogger? Bryce
MCAD --- To paraphrase Fred Dagg - the views expressed in this post are bloody good ones. --
Publitor, making Pubmed easy. http://www.sohocode.com/publitorOur kids books :The Snot Goblin, and Book 2 - the Snotgoblin and Fluff
Clan MacGregor... It's palatable, and affordable, though I prefer Glenfiddich. Maybe one day I'll be able to afford that as a regular beverage. :sigh:
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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Wonderful account there Rog... I feel as though I'm almost there with you, which would probably be a little awkward... ;-)
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_Damian S_ wrote:
which would probably be a little awkward...
Not necessarily, so long as you bring the women and buy the booze. You can have the couch in the front room...
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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Clan MacGregor... It's palatable, and affordable, though I prefer Glenfiddich. Maybe one day I'll be able to afford that as a regular beverage. :sigh:
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
well shes a hard road sometimes mate get into it bryce
MCAD --- To paraphrase Fred Dagg - the views expressed in this post are bloody good ones. --
Publitor, making Pubmed easy. http://www.sohocode.com/publitorOur kids books :The Snot Goblin, and Book 2 - the Snotgoblin and Fluff
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well shes a hard road sometimes mate get into it bryce
MCAD --- To paraphrase Fred Dagg - the views expressed in this post are bloody good ones. --
Publitor, making Pubmed easy. http://www.sohocode.com/publitorOur kids books :The Snot Goblin, and Book 2 - the Snotgoblin and Fluff
bryce wrote:
get into it
I have, about 7 drinks worth. But these hotel glasses are bloody tiny!!!
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Funny, soon as I read 'chocolate chip cookie' I thought it might be a Doubletree.
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
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and supping a well-deserved scotch before venturing a meal at yonder bistro. A hell of a day - meetings all morning, a dash for Phoenix that was anything but a dash (why can't these old people in 40 foot RVs go on to Mexico instead of stopping here?), only to find the hotel booked by the only other smoker in the company for my use is a non-smoking property. A tall, concrete and glass monstrosity without even the comfort of a porch or outside parlor, that charges extra for parking, to add insult to injury! Rather than turn about and head for home, as I sorely wanted to do, I called the lady who booked the room and bitched her out thoroughly (well, I was actually pretty gentle). She suggested that I try across the street, from which parking lot I was calling as the prescribed destination allowed for no phone signal in the valet area, and I had to pay to park. So I checked, found smoking rooms available at the same price as the other hell-hole, free parking and free breakfast and free broadband (wireless or wired, my choice). What's more, they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie and two free bottles of water - $3 a bottle across the street. What else could I do? I checked in, then called across the street to tell them where to put their room. I was informed that I have to pay for all 3 nights because I failed to cancel before 6 PM local time; it was 6:03. :doh: Ten minutes later I managed to talk to a manager who arranged for a no charge cancellation, and provided a cancellation confirmation number in case something got screwed up later. Kudos to that one! So here I sit, in extreme comfort with a glass of scotch in hand and a fast Internet connection, savoring my warm cookie and exploring my two room suite above the pool. Perhaps later I'll sample the wares offered downstairs in the 4-star restaurant, then traipse over to the fully-equipped fitness room, and top off the evening with a soak in the jacuzzi. It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting... If you ever are so unfortunate as to have to visit Phoenix one day, keep one name in mind - Doubletree Guest Suites. It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing. :-D
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Roger Wright wrote:
they welcomed me with a fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie
Ah, civilisation. :cool:
Roger Wright wrote:
It's going to be a little tough to leave the room for tomorrow's meeting...
Hold the meeting in the room and order fresh, warm chocolate chip cookies for everyone.
Roger Wright wrote:
It's by the airport, but I can't hear a thing.
I once stayed at the hotel by San Jose airport and it was a pile of c**p - every time a door was slammed nearby the bed shook! Add to this air crew in and out at all hours I managed to get into another hotel within two days. What is it with some hotels - ten tonne doors and paper thin walls?
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That would only be acceptable with the proper view... ;P
"A Journey of a Thousand Rest Stops Begins with a Single Movement"
Ah, well, can't promise that, but the birds are singing, it's a great morning. There's cookie dough in the fridge...