Sunday, October 07, 2007

Travel should take you places

Well, I'm in Chicago for the next two days. Trying to escape from grad school? You would think that after Friday's tyrant but a number of good friends have given me more things to look at besides a single conversation (see comment section). Additional thanks to Rich for not only sending commenters my way, but cutting his hair in solidarity.

I have a business meeting for the next two days and am hoping to accomplish half my stats final while I am here. Honestly, it's not terrible and I can do two of the four problems in my sleep. (Seriously, the whole thing is four problems. But you can only imagine how much time goes into each.) Still, I can do it.

This trip has me back at the Palmer House. The last time I was here...well, was my prom in 1985. Scary to think back to those days. If I were at home in DC, I'd include the obligatory photo of me with Kevin Bacon's feathered hair. I even used to say 'jump back' like I was some kid in corn country who couldn't go to his prom with the preacher's daughter. (Remember, I played for the other team back then.)

Lucky for me, I arrived smack dab during the Chicago marathon. It took about 60 minutes to get downtown but the cab driver and I had a great chat. You can meet the nicest people in the oddest of places.

When I got to the hotel, my room was not ready. With the volume of folks running the marathon, most had requested a late check out. However, since I'm a Hilton Honors member, my room would be ready in less than two hours.

Now beggars can't be choosers, but check out this room. How does it take two hours to get these things ready? If the entire hotel looks like this, the cleaning services should be able to do all the rooms in about an hour. (And yes, there is not even a set of drawers to put things in.)

And that is my bathroom sink. I put the toothbrush in there for perspective. Notice that the shampoo/conditioner/soap tray had to fit UNDER the sink since there is no room up above.

(PS I've been told it's a tirade not a tyrant. Sorry.)

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8 Comments:

Blogger Bacchus said...

well it is nice and all but where is the clamshell? How can that be called a respectable hotel without a clamshell sink. Such standards!

7:10 PM  
Blogger Papa Bradstein said...

Uh, I hope nobody's leaving their clamshell in my hotel room. Yuck. Seriously, though, that's tiny. My mom and I stayed in a similar size room once in NYC. I think the toilet paper roll doubled as my pillow. At least it was clean. If I can, I'll post pics of the place Mama and I stayed before and after our ride, which made Pasteur's petri dishes look clean.

8:14 PM  
Blogger Rich | Championable said...

You stole Kevin Bacon's hair?

10:22 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Chili said...

Damn! I hope you're not claustrophobic!

10:37 AM  
Blogger georgia said...

I think you need to steal Eugene Levy's line from Splash and take to screaming, "What a week I'm having!!!"

11:01 AM  
Anonymous MetroDad said...

I need to see the Kevin Bacon hairdo, please!

11:05 AM  
Blogger creative-type dad said...

I don't think Kevin Bacon ever changed his haircut since 1985

11:54 AM  
Anonymous L.A. Daddy said...

Pedestal sinks look all pretty and stuff... until you have to use them. Then they suck.

Speaking of traveling... when is LA next on your list?

Mmm. 1985. There are people graduating college next year that weren't even born in 1985. Damn, we're old.

8:34 PM  

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