Monday, February 1, 2010
Port of Call: Coral Springs, FL
It’s up early today for the long drive back home. I say early as we didn’t get on the road until 6:30. I would’ve liked to leave earlier for the first day’s long drive but it was a negotiation thing with The Barb and I lost. I think my losing had something to do with me disappearing downstairs for an extended length of time yesterday after we checked in.
You know, for such a high-end hotel, the bed was not anywhere as comfortable as the one in Sheridan, WY. I told The Barb she will have to try that place out this summer when we venture out that way again. Still the best bed I’ve ever slept in.
As for this stay, the bed was not the most uncomfortable thing I encountered in Coral Springs. During the middle of the night, I got up and went to the bathroom, in the dark, just like every other night on this trip. As soon as I sat down I knew there was a problem when I felt the cold ceramic clutches grab me in places they’ve never grabbed before. Ever the quick thinker at 3AM I remember saying “WTF?!! Who stole my toilet seat?!!! And why couldn’t that water level be lower?” Of course, just a moment later I figured out what had happened, but it took me a bit longer to figure out how to extract myself. When was the last time that happened to me, first grade? I don’t think there is any bruising but to be frank about it (as the rest of this was not?…), I’m not really looking for bruises.
I later wondered why this had happened to me and decided it was a sign from God. You know, pretty girls that wouldn’t give me the time of day and ceramic bathroom receptacles with no seats could only mean that my next trip just has to be to France. It’s definitely a sign and I can’t wait. I’ll just practice the bathroom thing a bit more and then I should be all set.
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