Our Blog is called "Calamity Jane Times Two" - and there's a reason it is so aptly named. For absolutely no reason I can discern, when my sister and I are together, we seem to attract amazingly bizarre people and circumstances. Arlington is the perfect example of this . . .
We arrive at our hotel next to the Convention Center and are told at check-in that we have been given a handicapped room so that we didn't have to switch rooms after the first night. I'm sure the clerk thought this would make perfect sense to us, but it was one of those times you just shrug and say - "no worries - I'm sure it will be fine. Smile and walk away . . ."
We get to the room and it really seems fine - the only real difference is that there is no bathtub, just a walk-in shower.
No worries - off to the trade show we go. We get back to the room later that evening and Kari decides to shower. Turns out there's no lip on the shower floor - it's wheelchair accessible so the floor (including the shower) is all one even level. Water, it turns out, runs - A LOT - all over - are you getting a visual here??? Note to Self . . . build a towel dam outside the shower curtain so as not to flood the entire bathroom next time . . .
We are settling in for the night and we have a small fridge in our room making a slight humming sound. And within the hour that little humming sound is trying to drill a hole in my skull and I want desperately to unplug it. EXCEPT there are two pieces of cheesecake in there from the Cheesecake Factory that can absolutely NOT be sacrificed under any circumstances! (There are days that sugar is the only thing standing between me and some jack ass's murder - so no sacrifice!)
Our solution - move the fridge into Noah's Ark in the bathroom. I can only imagine what housekeeping must have thought when they found every towel in our room completely soaked in water and the fridge in the bathroom . . .
Bad Feng Shui for sure . . .