Sunday's drive up your blog… with Ramblin' Rooster

I know a lot of you out there are big time travelers. You might even do it for a living or a hobby or just lucky enough to be picked to accompany your boss and coworker to a conference or seminar. So staying in a hotel probably isn’t a big deal to you. All I can say to that is what’s wrong with you, (or me)?

I love me a hotel room. I love the smells, sights, sounds, and mystery stains on the carpet. Despite my love for the hotel room scene, I have always been put off by the hotel room two-sided triangle, which of course is a line, the line of conflicting feelings.

Hotel Love:

-Cranking the air conditioning to where I could store meat in my room and never worrying about cost

-Not having to make the bed

-Free Cable

-Looking to see if there really is pornography in between the mattress and box spring

-No kitchen = must eat out for every meal

-Using the bed as my “every piece of furniture” it’s a couch, it’s a table, it’s a bed, it’s a miracle

-The other guests, people that come and go, speculating about their lives, what they’re doing and where they’re going

-Free breakfast, regardless if it’s the equivalent of what I could buy out of a vending machine, it’s free and usually at room temperature

-Having a phone that never rings

-Being a slob, not excessively, but more than I ever allow myself at home

-The feeling of having invisible servants

Hotel Hate:

-I have never stayed in a room with a comfortable pillow

-I use to work in a hotel so I know just how dirty those rooms really are

-Touching anywhere that is out of direct sight

-Walking around barefoot

-Using the provided amenities

-The feeling of living in an apartment or “back at home with the folks” with neighbors either spying on me or being annoyed at my noise through paper thin walls

The contradiction of “hotel life”, for me, has always been the feeling that it’s party time and wanting to go “rock star” all night yet I always have to get up at the crack of dawn to get going, otherwise you’re wasting the day.

Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster