We arrive at a hotel we stumbled across, as per usual, in the dark. Which by the way makes the mornings more fun.
So we throw down our bags and head downstairs, via the stairs, not trusting the elevator, six floors. And I HAVE HAD IT with navigating. No more for the day. Period. And Jim I am sure had passed enough cars on two lane roads for one day (more on that later).
We go to dinner in taxi. We have cocktail. Okay we have vodka shots then cocktails. We are eating dinner and with my extraordinary 24/7 planning radar I think, “we are going to have to take a cab back to our hotel”.
For those of you who have known Jim and I for a while or have had the inimitable good fortune of being raised by us; you will love this next part…
We had no clue about the name of our hotel. It probably had one vowel and the rest were consonants, maybe no vowels?
Drama ensued. Phone calls by restaurant managers to cab driver whose cell was off for the night (or by choice). Get in cab, google earth on iphone (long story why that works when my phone is off with no service here), big tip and there we are at OK Odessa.
Who is paying attention here? We need our kids!!
