As a side note: This was the night I learned that all-you-can-eat means probably-don't-want-to-eat. And there is a vast difference between tequila and "tequila"
After a fun, but long day, Snoop, DaisyDukes, the husband and I headed over to our hotel to get some much desired sleep. (manricor and mr. blume shacked up with her sister)
You would think that this is where the fun ended, but you would be wrong. You would be so, so very wrong. It was where it all began.
The husband booked us for one night at the Quality Inn in Brookfield. (Should've stayed at the La Quinta?) I can't remember the time exactly, but I think we got to the hotel just past midnight.
We had already called them earlier and told them that we would be checking in late, so we weren't particularly concerned at that point. There were two men behind the desk when the husband went up to check in. Once they looked up our reservation, the two guys exchanged a look.
"Um, we just need to make sure that your room is ready," the first guy behind the desk said.
Wait, what? It's past midnight. Why would our room not be ready?
The husband said as much, while DaisyDukes and I were laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I tried to stop because it seemed mildly rude, but seriously, why would our room not be ready? The first guy sent the second guy to make sure that our room was ready and assured us that "everything was okay."
Summerfest was going on in Milwaukee last weekend, so there weren't any other hotels to be had. We really didn't have a better option than to wait for our room to be ready.
While I was attempting to get ahold of myself, the husband was making conversation with the guy behind the desk who we learned was from Bulgaria.
This is my favorite part of their conversation, to the best of my recollection:
Bulgaria: I like Wisconsin because it is social.
The husband: Yeah, like us right now.
(Note: Social - pertaining to, or characterized by friendly companionship or relations)
Bulgaria: Um, yah. You can get free healthcare and cheap medication in Wisconsin.
(Note: Social - pertaining to activities designed to remedy or alleviate certain unfavorable conditions of life in a community, esp. among the poor)
The husband: Huh? Oh, right.
Bulgaria: It's good, when you are poor like us.
The husband, completely deadpan: I like free drugs. Do you like drugs?
After about 15 minutes of this, our room was finally "ready". Snoop and DaisyDukes might or might not have slept in a dirty bed on dirty pillows. (Happy Anniversary guys!) Plus, I'm not sure, but I think there might have been a family of Bulgarian refugees sleeping in our box springs. It's hard to fit in there, so it would explain why they needed so much time to get our room ready.
But, when you're poor like us, what else can you expect?
3 comments:
I like to believe that they were renting your room out by the hour until you got in.
That would explain the "bow-chica-wah-wah" music that was playing in our room.
I'm glad at least the Bulgarian refugee held our bed so it wouldn't squeak.
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