Okay - we are finally at the hotel out in Great Lakes, IL. This place is kind of BFE if you know what I mean. Take a look at it on google maps, you'll agree. Drive 20 minutes in any directions and there are good sized towns. This place seems almost truck-stoppish.
About that train ride! Who ever that that shit was romantic is out of their freaking minds. Due to the seating arrangement we sat in the front row. Lots of leg room - no tray table. Mind you we were right next to the door and the next car up was the lounge car. So on a pretty regular basis SLAM... door open.. SLAM door closed! Yeah, and if that wasn't bad enough, the car was dark, but not by us - a nice halogen beam light to show the door lit us up really nice. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a chiropractic appointment in Chicago.
This is how I describe it: Imagine riding in an airplane seat, mounted in a pickup bed, going down a bumpy road occasionally making sharp turns in any direction.
13 hours of that! Oh yeah, the train was an hour late getting into Rochester, should have known something was up.
Now let's talk about the hotel! FFS! We spend the extra money for the Jacuzzi suite, it will be fun for all of us - especially Emmers - she'll love the bubbles! First of all the TV is a POS with crap reception for having DISH TV. UGH! So we start turning down the bed and Teresa notices a HUGE "stain" of something on the box spring. Vomit? Blood? It's dry and that's all I can tell you. SIGH - I'll take that side. She goes the other side and what does she find in between the bed and night stand? ROACH MOTEL!! YES!! That's right... time to change rooms. Oh, all of the King rooms are booked? Bummer, looks like well be getting a refund (more on that later) and moving to a smaller room. Oh well. Tomorrow is the big day!
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