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MastaG and I just got here.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I ended up getting a hotel room.  So, uh, we ended up getting a hotel room.  Wifi!  Indoor pool!

And fortune smiled on us over it.  Lemme tell ya how.

This morning, I got up, called the inlaws, to tell them that Pigpen was feeling fine (still is, so we’re treating the fever as a fluke).  I mentioned that MastaG and I would be getting out of the show around 1 or so, so it’d be about 4 when we got home.  Papaw had some reservations about me driving that late, and frankly, once I started thinking about it, I did too.  So I whipped out some hotels.com, and got a room at the Ramada here in town, fully 20 bucks more than the cheaper Days Inn, which the cheapskate in me was wanting, but having that all important indoor pool which MastaG was adamant about (because somehow he figured out what I was doing).

So, got to the Ramada, damned if the pool isn’t closed, and theres all sorts of burly shirtless men putting big assed holes in the roof.  Renovations, the sign said.

Poppycock, I said.

So, I canceled the reservation, and went to the Best Western wheeeeere, we got a room for the same price as the cheap-o Days Inn in a place that has an indoor pool.  So, screw you, hotels.com.  You suck.

Gotta go, MastaG is getting restless

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