Doesn’t this image just scream “WELCOME!”? This was our hotel lobby, and that post was right smack in the middle of the front desk. Who designed this place? I’m no feng shui expert, but I’m thinking this is very bad chi.
And speaking of hotels, I really hate those little signs in the bathroom that try to convince you to hang up your towels and use them again tomorrow to “preserve the environment.” What a bunch of crap. You know they’re just trying to save a few bucks. I throw all the towels on the floor—even the ones I didn’t use—just to piss them off. If the sign said, “Do you have any idea what it costs to run this place? What with detergent, hot water, and wages for the towel folders, we’re spending a fortune here! How about using your towel again tomorrow?” I’d consider it.
Other hotel fun . . . a little fire drill just as I was drying off with my fresh, clean towel this morning. I bet the alarm shrieked for a good ten minutes. I know because there was no way I was leaving the room in my dripping-wet state. But don’t worry—J.P. went in search of flames. He called me from the parking lot to report that there weren’t any.
Yesterday’s adventures included putting about 400 miles on the rental car. We had lunch in Breckenridge, and then continued on toward Vail. The map indicated that we could head south from Vail and then cut west on another road to end up in Aspen. I had visions of catching a glimpse of some famous Hollywood star on the streets of Aspen, so we decided to go for it.
Well, let’s just say that the distance was greater than it looked on the map. We drove and drove. And drove. We finally turned off onto the road that would take us to Aspen, and this is what we saw:
Just so you know . . . when you see a sign like this, you should believe it. No need to drive the 16 miles. Just take their word for it and turn around. Because if you don’t, you’ll most likely encounter something like this:
And then you’ll have to drive a couple hours out of your way to get back to the hotel. But not that I’d know from experience. I’m just sayin’.