Holy Crap! I'm back! And not shot! Though I thought I would be, but the four guys who had been living next to me at the lovely Master's Inn Economy Motel got picked up by the police and taken away in the back of a squad car the last night I was there.
Yeah, the Master's Inn Economy is pretty much the worst motel I have ever been in in my life. Though it did have the benefit of a nice breeze wafting through the room courtesy of a gaping two inch whole directly above the door jam. And they managed to save me money by not only not giving me basic toiletries but also not giving me an alarm clock. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, save for the one night where the power went out and just never came back on. Luckily, housecleaning showed up at about 10:45, though how they would have cleaned my room, since the power was still out, still has me wondering. That said, you have never really lived until you have attempted to shower in the complete dark. I kept worrying I would step in the toilet by accident, and I couldn't just avoid the smell of urine, as the entire motel smelled like that. Though, the smell kind of grows on you. I have been actively seeking out parking ramp stairwells ever since.
Aside from the crappy motel, the rest of the trip went pretty well. Now I just have to play catch up with the gagillion emails sitting in my inbox.
