Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Hotel Recognizance Mission

Lest you think I would lead a boring empty-nester existence after getting my daughter off to college - then here's proof that I still live a weird, if not exciting, middle-age life.

What did I do last night? On an otherwise mundane weeknight, I left work and met several members of the Retreat Search Committee from my Guild. Our assignment was to drive about an hour or so out of town to tour a possible site (hotel) for our Spring 2011 Knitter's Retreat. For the mission, Teri offered to drive her van with the rest of us riding shotgun - and during the drive out there, we continually argued with the misguided GPS.

Ironically enough, I was the one who was so excited to find this place on the Internet. On the Internet it looked perfect for our needs. Or so I thought.

What I learned from our outing last night:

Potential retreat sites, like potential dating partners, can appear better on the Internet than in person.

When you are starving and don't eat dinner until 10:00 at night, you start craving carbs and waffles start tasting really really good.

The aforementioned waffle house, late on a Tuesday night, has some interesting characters, some of whom offer to pay their bill in chickens.

Becoming a little tired and punchy, those of us trekking home begin reciting nursery rhymes, "To market, to market to buy a fat pig, home again, home again, jiggidy jig."

You can, with modern technology, be in such a panic to find other alternative retreat sites that you begin googling them on an iphone in a dark van.


Teri said...

Spooning for cashmere, baby!

Elysbeth said...

At least y'all were'nt alone...I'd be weirded out if I were alone.'s a funny story