This is me with 2 suitcases and Sneedlet. We are in line to check in at Southwest Airlines. I convinced him that he needed to sit in his car seat, with the harness buckled so he couldn't escape. I tied the car seat to my belt and dragged him. He thought it was great fun. (click to enlarge).
Well, the good news is that we had no fights with strangers on our Labor Day trip and we didn't find any dead people in our rooms. So that's something.
Normally, we use Priceline to bid hotels in downtown San Diego. It has been consistently possible to get the Grand Hyatt for about $90 per night. This time Priceline failed me and we wound up at the Marriott at the Marina. It is nice, but the layout is odd. It is inconvenient to get around the hotel.
The Marriott is set up with a lot of facilities for families. Saturday and Sunday there were so many families in the hotel that it was impossible to get up or down in the elevators. Security had to come up and break up a football game in our hallway. The Hyatt is more of a business class hotel, so there are not many kids running around.
We visited the San Diego Museum of Art on Tuesday. As museums go, it is not the greatest. They are having an exhibit of works by Andy Warhol. Daughter Sneed has a number of Warhol prints and is interested in his work. Me? Not so much.
We also took an accidental Trolley tour. I am such a knucklehead. We wanted to get to Old Town and give the Sneedlet the opportunity to ride the trolley. I thought it was like buying an all day bus pass, with on/off privileges and that it would be $8 to $10 bucks. It wound up costing us $30 bucks each for a two-hour tour of the city.
For our money, we got a grouchy old driver telling us not to talk among ourselves, because he was trying to narrate. Well, excuse me. We got off his trolley at Coronado Island and waited for the next one. Seeing as how we've been to San Diego about a hundred times, I am not sure why the trolley tour seemed like a good idea.
On the Circuit City front, they are still giving me the old run around. The guy was supposed to call me by yesterday to let me know if they would replace my crappy laptop. As of today, my new best friend Alan is two days late with the answer. I am planning my one-man protest in front of their store. All is not lost yet, but the prognosis is guarded.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it.
Tag:
Daily Life
Personal Finance
Humor
Well, the good news is that we had no fights with strangers on our Labor Day trip and we didn't find any dead people in our rooms. So that's something.
Normally, we use Priceline to bid hotels in downtown San Diego. It has been consistently possible to get the Grand Hyatt for about $90 per night. This time Priceline failed me and we wound up at the Marriott at the Marina. It is nice, but the layout is odd. It is inconvenient to get around the hotel.
The Marriott is set up with a lot of facilities for families. Saturday and Sunday there were so many families in the hotel that it was impossible to get up or down in the elevators. Security had to come up and break up a football game in our hallway. The Hyatt is more of a business class hotel, so there are not many kids running around.
We visited the San Diego Museum of Art on Tuesday. As museums go, it is not the greatest. They are having an exhibit of works by Andy Warhol. Daughter Sneed has a number of Warhol prints and is interested in his work. Me? Not so much.
We also took an accidental Trolley tour. I am such a knucklehead. We wanted to get to Old Town and give the Sneedlet the opportunity to ride the trolley. I thought it was like buying an all day bus pass, with on/off privileges and that it would be $8 to $10 bucks. It wound up costing us $30 bucks each for a two-hour tour of the city.
For our money, we got a grouchy old driver telling us not to talk among ourselves, because he was trying to narrate. Well, excuse me. We got off his trolley at Coronado Island and waited for the next one. Seeing as how we've been to San Diego about a hundred times, I am not sure why the trolley tour seemed like a good idea.
On the Circuit City front, they are still giving me the old run around. The guy was supposed to call me by yesterday to let me know if they would replace my crappy laptop. As of today, my new best friend Alan is two days late with the answer. I am planning my one-man protest in front of their store. All is not lost yet, but the prognosis is guarded.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it.
Tag: Daily Life
Personal Finance
Humor
1 comment:
Perhaps a letter to CC headquarters?
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