Note to self: The Courtyard by Marriott is not THE Marriott even when the room costs the same. I sound like a prima-donna because I am ā¦ not a prima-donna š Sincerely Iām usually not picky ā¦ B can vouch for me that Iām a cheap date š¤£. I was expecting something like the AC Marriott in Austin or the Marriott across from the TAM both of which have me spoiled.
Our road trip was uneventful. We made good time despite a few traffic slow downs in the usual places. Good tunes and better conversation. Check-in was smooth until we tried to get into our room.
We hear talking behind the door. The housekeeper tells us āpeople are in thereā. She comes over & knocks āHousekeeping! Housekeeping!ā A guy answers and says over his shoulder āRebecca they doubled booked the roomā To us he says āCome on in!ā Me: āWhy I never but maybe I ought toā š B melts into the hall carpeting but everyone else laughed. I wasnāt even trying to be funny. Iām a natural.
We all went to the front desk. Turns out they got in with a mobile key. Which shouldnāt have worked. He says āsee I told you it was the wrong room, ours should be adjoining for when the kids get hereā We waited in the bar & were ācompedā for our troubles with free drinks. Not alcohol. Though I could have chosen the screw top wine. The displaced couple got the same.
That’s what I’m thinking about today. Our fun vacation. I might share more snippets of our trip. I find “stories” in everything.
As always more to come.
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