No, not the fine gambling establishment in Vegas that has one of the only 24 hour sportsbooks, but the one in San Fran. Lee had me stay here with him and Katie a while back, and I sort of liked it. It's cheap, perfect location, and I thought it was pretty cool place. Well I don't know if I was drunk for the entire 48 hours I stayed here last time, but this place is major sketchy. No soap or shampoo (unless someone stole it), no clock, and no iron. How the hell am I going to get the wrinkles out of my linen pants? And to top it off, I'm in the exact same room as Lee was in last time, which had me thinking about what went on in here with him and Katie. Anyway, I need someone to call me at 7:00am (my time) to wake me up so I can move my freaking minivan that Hertz gave me, since I couldn't find a spot that would fit it. I'm in the President's Circle for Hertz and I request a freaking minivan. I'm such an ass.
Note: Jon and Brad, make sure you tell Suz and Beth to bring soap and shampoo. I'll check on an iron tomorrow morning.
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