Blogger Weekend, Part I

It's a story of sex. It's a story of gossip. It's a story of laughs. It's a story of good food. It's a story of hidden hotels. It's a story of being held up by trains, both real and imaginary. It's a story of four wacky bloggers spending the better part of a weekend together. It's a story so epic it can hardly be blogged with any brevity.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we? We shall. Our intrepid couple, TS and BJ, drive into town on highways riddled with construction zones. They dodge potholes; they thread the needle of the narrowed lanes; they ponder the poor condition of the road given the amount of tolls that must be paid. They finally arrive at their destination. . . sort of.

They have a reservation at a local hotel and are weary from the drive. They look forward to the comfort of the king size bed. However. . . the hotel is nowhere to be seen. They drive down the road a little further, and then even a little further, until they are certain they must have passed the hotel somewhere. They turn around and head back up the road. Again, they see no sight of the hotel. They pull into a parking lot, call the hotel and ask for directions. They learn that the hotel is behind a major department store in a strip mall. So they head to the strip mall, find the major department store, and finally see the hotel. There was no way that it was visible from the street nor were there any signs on the street indicating where it was. If we hadn't called we would have never found it. Now, don't you think that just perhaps a business like a hotel would want to make it easy to find the facility rather than hide it? Well, if you, like me, believed that then you would apparently be wrong. They obviously preferred to remain incognito. Weird. By the time BJ and I found the place and checked into our room we were beat. I sent a text to Drama telling her we wouldn't be hooking up that night but would see her the next day. We went to bed on a mattress that apparently was made of concrete with a bit of padding on top.

Thus began the weekend.

To be continued. . .