June 24th
Okay, so I woke up with the worst headache! I don’t know if it was the birthday drinking, or the intense stress I felt just being in that “condo”. I dragged myself out of bed….got the kids up and dressed and took Rich to work. He told me to have a good day, but looked at me with such pity, knowing my day would probably be spent…there.
Oh no it wouldn’t!
I couldn’t take it. I drove to McDonalds for coffee and food for the kids. It was close to I65, where all the hotels were: The Fairfield Inn & Suites, Baymont Inn & Suites, The Ramada Inn, Comfort Suites, Holiday Inn Express, La Quinta, Best Western, Days Inn…hell, even Motel 6 was looking good. I felt like I was looking at mirage in a desert. I had to find away…but I didn’t want to just show up, unshowered, looking for a room.
Back in Hell…I couldn’t bring myself to get in the disgusting shower, in order to “clean-up” for my hotel search. Of course we didn’t have any internet access…no phone book, either. So I called my brother for help - if this doesn’t show desperation…I don’t know what does! He went on-line and couldn’t find any rooms, so he started calling hotels for me. On the third try, he found a hotel that has ONE room available. It took two seconds for me to say, “Hell Yeah!” We’d make it work. The Ramada Inn it was.
It was time to start packing, which took a while. I managed to make everything fit in our already crowded car…including my cleaning supplies and the seven pillows we’d bought the night before. I wasn’t leaving them behind. The Ramada didn’t want us till 3 o’clock, but I wanted to go check it out. Once bitten, twice shy.
But first…I was going to get our money back. Truthfully, I was a little nervous. Rich had described the “innkeeper”, Gary, as a Boss Hog type. I also wasn’t sure if he had any kind of agreement with Rich’s company…so a scene might prove to be trouble down the line. But….we were also talking about a property that should be condemned…and our money, dammit! On principle alone, I was gonna fight, if I had to. I really didn’t want to…but I was ready, if need be.
Rich wasn’t off in his description of Gary. I placed my key on the counter and told him that we’d be checking out early. He looked at me, like, “whatever.” Then he looked at the room key and pulled our registration card from his little box , studied it…and then stared back at me. I took a deep breath (maybe puffed my chest out a little) and stared right back. It was about a 10 second stare down when he said, “I guess I owe you some money.” I replied, “I think you do.” He credited my card….and I left.
The kids and I did our high fives in the car, at this point they’d totally bought into the “dump theory” and Audrey told me that, “So far, Kentucky was the suckiest place we’d been.” I told her not to give up hope…times were a changing.
At the Ramada (to hear Hunter’s pronunciation…you’d think we were going to a city in the Middle East!). I pleaded my case to the Front Desk Manager and she had mercy on us - gave us TWO rooms, connecting, at a $79 rate. I felt like I hit the Jack Pot! Almost…we couldn’t check in till 3:00p.m.
So we went to the park, Barnes and noble and Subway….and then it rained, so we parked at the hotel and waited. But eventually….we got everything in and the rooms were more than adequate. It really felt like the Ritz….perspective! We all took longs baths and showers and felt reborn!
We picked up Rich and told him our surprise. He was shocked, but relieved and couldn’t believe that I’d handled all the luggage, on my own. What does he think I did over the last three weeks? I am woman, dude. Then I told him I got our money back…now that really surprised himJ - happily! I was going to tell him an exaggerated tale of how I did that, but thought better of it.
We had dinner at Michael & Janelle’s house. I finally got to meet their son, cute little Payton. He’s three months younger than Cammy. They, surprisingly, got along well. I thought for sure, Cammy would pout and give ‘tude…but don’t ever underestimate the power of Tom & Jerry. Janelle and I caught up over drinks while Michael & Rich played pool in the basement. I was so proud of Barrett…he was so good (even though he pooped there…twice!...really stunk the place up). But when he started to fall asleep in my arms around 10:00…I called No Joy.
Quote of the day: Audrey, “Except for all the Colts stuff, it’s a really cool basement.” – reporting on Michael T’s man cave.
Silly Band Award: Barrett
Lodging: The Elizabethtown Ramada….heaven!