Go Cry About It, Why Don't You

I mean, it's only been 15 hours since I left the Motel 6 this morning (well, yesterday morning by this time). And I was only SUPPOSED to be here 8 hours ago. Hey... that's how it goes when you're traveling with Murphy (you know, of the "law" fame). Oh well, several airplanes, airports, delays, mechanical failures, and otherwise weird & inconvenient goings on, I arrived at the hotel. And it makes it all fade away. I sure am glad my always-looking-to-save-money travel agent (whose attitude usually seems to be "ha ha, I'm glad I don't have to take the trip I just booked for you!) decided to persuade me to save a few bucks by staying down the street from the conference-hotel (Marriott) at the Albert at Bay Suites hotel. Yes, suites. My "room" is actually comprised of SIX rooms (and that's just if you count the real rooms): living room, office, bedroom, master bathroom, 2nd bathroom, kitchen... plus a "closet" (room with shelves, iron, & ironing board & lots of empty floor space), and an entryway. Quite the change from the Motel 6 on Carowinds Blvd. Not that the Motel 6 was bad... this is just really nice.


But at the Motel 6, I had my sister, favorite friend to keep me company (well, at Motel 6, at Carowinds, and at Damon's on Carowinds/Tryon).


And here, it's just me (still completely capable of being silly) and the darn Canadiens.


Well, that's CLEARLY (given the time of 2 am) enough for tonight. Perhaps more about the CLT trip with my girl Haley later in the week. And probably more about the Ottawa trip as well... especially since I'll be living it for the next few days. Peace out, my ppls. Catch you soon, I hope.