notes from the 13th floor...
First of all, let me start this post by saying this:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!
Ok, moving on. We went to Gatlinburg this past weekend for our anniversary. Can you believe it's been a year already?!?! I'm in shock. It puts in perspective how pathetic my other relationships were, as this is now officially the longest continuous relationship I've ever been in. But I guess since we're planning on getting married (as I have the ring to prove it), I'd hope it'd last awhile! But back to my story. We get to the hotel, and it's supposed to be this big beautiful monstrosity in the Smoky Mountains (see here). I was thinking, wow, our view is going to be amazing. Hmmm...we checked in and they put us on the FIRST floor. My "view" was the freaking roof of the lower level of the place. LOVELY. And then, 5 minutes after we check in, our toilet starts leaking all over the floor. Can we go home now? This has been great, really, but...after all, it WAS Friday the 13th. I promptly went downstairs to talk to the front desk clerk, who told us that he'd send someone up immediately to fix the toilet, and that if we came down in the morning, he could move us up higher so we'd have a better view. Apparently they move people a lot, according to him. (I left my camera out in the car, and I'm lazy, so I'll bring it in later to show pics) The indoor pool was nice. I do have to give it that. That's about the only good thing about the first night. It's a cute little 2-level 2-pool thing that has a little waterfall sort of thing connecting them.
The next morning we got up between 8:30 and 9:30. By that I mean, about 8:30 for Larry and 9:30 for me. I like my sleep, even on vacation. And 9:30 is too early, in my opinion, but I didn't want to waste our entire anniversary weekend SLEEPING. I'll save that for next weekend when he has to work (which is our REAL anniversary). Annnnnyway, we went down to the front desk and sure enough, they moved us. Up to the THIRETEENTH FLOOR. What is it with 13 this weekend? And so, we get up there. And our view ends up being the mountains, which honestly, is fine with me, because it was gorgeous. We caught a little glimpse of downtown Gatlinburg off to the right, so all was well. So, we change rooms and off to town we go. Should've known from the get-go THAT would be fun. Seems like every 10 steps there was some idiot trying to get us to go tour a vacation rental for $100 in cash. After awhile, I was like, I'll give YOU $100 to SHUT THE HELL UP! So freaking annoying. That day would've been so much better if not for those people. They shouldn't be allowed to do that. We pay a lot of freaking money to go there and have a good time and get AWAY from all the hassle, not run into more! IF we wanted to stay at their stupid vacation places, WE WOULD HAVE. But the day was good.
I learned a few things though: #1-I'm apparently now afraid of heights. Our hotel was a cylinder, open in the middle inside. I don't know if I remotely said that well, but I tried. The elevator was glass, going right up the middle. Yeah. I was up against the door. The higher up it went, the more it freaked me out. I was fine when Larry was on the elevator with me, but by myself, it wasn't cool. Lesson #2-the moving theater at Ripley's made me sick. I'd hate to see me on a real roller coaster now! I came out of there with a headache and upset stomach, feeling like I'd been run over. I'm such a wuss. We decided to go to Pigeon Forge to ride the go-karts. In the car on the way there, guess what happened? It started raining. And it didn't stop raining. Ever. And the next day, it started freaking snowing! Good thing it was time to come home anyway. I swear. And then it took us 2 hours to even get to the interstate from Pigeon Forge after we stopped to eat. I just wanna go home!
So, my 3rd lesson in all of this is: next time, I'm going away in the middle of the stupid week. And I'm packing umbrellas, ponchos, and tasers for the stupid annoying vacation rental pushers.
And now I'm taking a nap. I needed to go back to work to recover!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!
Ok, moving on. We went to Gatlinburg this past weekend for our anniversary. Can you believe it's been a year already?!?! I'm in shock. It puts in perspective how pathetic my other relationships were, as this is now officially the longest continuous relationship I've ever been in. But I guess since we're planning on getting married (as I have the ring to prove it), I'd hope it'd last awhile! But back to my story. We get to the hotel, and it's supposed to be this big beautiful monstrosity in the Smoky Mountains (see here). I was thinking, wow, our view is going to be amazing. Hmmm...we checked in and they put us on the FIRST floor. My "view" was the freaking roof of the lower level of the place. LOVELY. And then, 5 minutes after we check in, our toilet starts leaking all over the floor. Can we go home now? This has been great, really, but...after all, it WAS Friday the 13th. I promptly went downstairs to talk to the front desk clerk, who told us that he'd send someone up immediately to fix the toilet, and that if we came down in the morning, he could move us up higher so we'd have a better view. Apparently they move people a lot, according to him. (I left my camera out in the car, and I'm lazy, so I'll bring it in later to show pics) The indoor pool was nice. I do have to give it that. That's about the only good thing about the first night. It's a cute little 2-level 2-pool thing that has a little waterfall sort of thing connecting them.
The next morning we got up between 8:30 and 9:30. By that I mean, about 8:30 for Larry and 9:30 for me. I like my sleep, even on vacation. And 9:30 is too early, in my opinion, but I didn't want to waste our entire anniversary weekend SLEEPING. I'll save that for next weekend when he has to work (which is our REAL anniversary). Annnnnyway, we went down to the front desk and sure enough, they moved us. Up to the THIRETEENTH FLOOR. What is it with 13 this weekend? And so, we get up there. And our view ends up being the mountains, which honestly, is fine with me, because it was gorgeous. We caught a little glimpse of downtown Gatlinburg off to the right, so all was well. So, we change rooms and off to town we go. Should've known from the get-go THAT would be fun. Seems like every 10 steps there was some idiot trying to get us to go tour a vacation rental for $100 in cash. After awhile, I was like, I'll give YOU $100 to SHUT THE HELL UP! So freaking annoying. That day would've been so much better if not for those people. They shouldn't be allowed to do that. We pay a lot of freaking money to go there and have a good time and get AWAY from all the hassle, not run into more! IF we wanted to stay at their stupid vacation places, WE WOULD HAVE. But the day was good.
I learned a few things though: #1-I'm apparently now afraid of heights. Our hotel was a cylinder, open in the middle inside. I don't know if I remotely said that well, but I tried. The elevator was glass, going right up the middle. Yeah. I was up against the door. The higher up it went, the more it freaked me out. I was fine when Larry was on the elevator with me, but by myself, it wasn't cool. Lesson #2-the moving theater at Ripley's made me sick. I'd hate to see me on a real roller coaster now! I came out of there with a headache and upset stomach, feeling like I'd been run over. I'm such a wuss. We decided to go to Pigeon Forge to ride the go-karts. In the car on the way there, guess what happened? It started raining. And it didn't stop raining. Ever. And the next day, it started freaking snowing! Good thing it was time to come home anyway. I swear. And then it took us 2 hours to even get to the interstate from Pigeon Forge after we stopped to eat. I just wanna go home!
So, my 3rd lesson in all of this is: next time, I'm going away in the middle of the stupid week. And I'm packing umbrellas, ponchos, and tasers for the stupid annoying vacation rental pushers.
And now I'm taking a nap. I needed to go back to work to recover!
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