Thursday, November 08, 2007

The Place is Buzzin

We landed last night jut before 10 p.m. We started our decent a few hundred miles away and the sky was clear. The lights from the city visible even from that distance. Once closer to the airport few flew above a cloud bank which muffled the view of the city. We were about a mile high and you could still see the stars above and the clouds below. The only time I ever get spooked flying is when the plane drops down into the cloud bank headed for the runway. You can't see squat and you figure the pilot can't either. You really hope that he paid attention during that portion of his training where he learns how to fly by instruments.
We made the mistake of getting the breakfast bar this morning. When I looked at the offering they had hash browns, eggs, meat and fruit. "Any chance of getting grits," I asked hopefully. I always do that when I travel even though I know there's not a chance in Hades that they have grits. "No senior, we do not have grits." The fruit was excellent but the little biscuits they had were pitiful. They need to hire a cook from Hardees to whip them up a batch of real biscuits. It would change the life of these bean-sprout eaters.
We almost had a cardiac arrest when the check came - $40.00 not counting tip. I had to put that one on plastic so I can pay it off on the installment plan.
Jilda looked at the card that had the prices for the minibar. "Dang, we need to make a run to the liquor store, buy up a bunch of booze and bootleg out of our room," she said. I thought to myself, that's a great idea, if we didn't get busted, we could probably finance the trip.
Anyhow, things crank up at 5 p.m. and this place is buzzin'. There must be a thousand guitars in this lobby alone.
I'll give an update tomorrow.

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