>Last Night at the Ho-Temple

26 Jan

>So our stuff won’t be here until Thursday, but we’re outta this place on Monday night! The only reason we’re waiting until Mondayy is because our new house won’t have a fridge until Tuesday. So we’re waiting. But after last night, believe me, we were ready to go!

So Friday night is apparently party night at the ho-temple. We may have a non-smoking room, but that doesn’t mean the lovely smell of cigarette smoke doesn’t waft into your neck of the woods when seemingly every OTHER room in the hotel is being smoked in. So that was nice. This morning, the elevator smelled like cigarette smoke, booze, and pickles. Not so sure where the pickles came from, but I can just imagine a bunch of shirtless vagabonds partying it up in the elevator with their smokes, beer, and a big jar of Vlasics.

The walls here are not insulated at all, which means that you can hear everything going on above, below, and on either side of you. To make things worse, our room is directly in front of the elevator (which smells of pickles). Last night, there was a rather raucous party going on in the room next to us and we came to find out that the front desk closes at 6:00 pm. Naturally. So any late-night noise complaints go unheard and I’m not about to tell my shirtless neighbors to please be quiet.


There was just a commercial for this product. Just what everyone needs–a gun rack for the side of your bed! I am definitely in the South…


So anyway, after the party died down, we were about to go to sleep when our phone started ringing. Sam answered it and someone who spoke very little English requested “a lady who used to live there.” Sam told them they had the wrong number. He comes back to bed. The phone rings again and Sam tells them the same thing. Returns to bed. The phone rings again and Sam tells them to please stop calling. Comes back to bed. The phone rings again. Sam disconnects the line.

Around 3:00 am, we hear a thunk and see that Clark has fallen out of the bed. Sam gets into bed with Clark so as to prevent any future brain damage.

Around 5:00, we hear an alarm clock buzzing. Is it ours? Of course not! It would belong to our next-door, hard-partying neighbors. Who are sleeping through their alarm. Sam bangs on the wall and they turn off their alarm.

Around 5:30, we hear Mariachi music through the walls.

It was quite the night. We went to Sam’s Club and bought an air mattress today and now I just want to INFLATE it. And NOT at the ho-temple.


9 Responses to “>Last Night at the Ho-Temple”

  1. Morgan and Derek January 27, 2008 at 1:56 pm #

    >KATE! That totally awesome gun rack comes with a WARNING STICKER for your WINDOW! That is so GREAT!I can’t wait to see your house!

  2. Hillary January 27, 2008 at 8:38 pm #

    >Crazy! Good luck surviving one more night!

  3. Sara January 27, 2008 at 8:41 pm #

    >Oh YAY- you found a house!! That’s so exciting. Send me a postcard from the ho-temple?

  4. Shelby January 28, 2008 at 12:34 am #

    >sorry it’s been forever! i’ve loved catching up on your posts. you’re just as witty as ever! hope you’re loving louisiana. i’m so glad you blog!! can’t wait to see what adventures arise next.

  5. Manda, Jon, Katie and Aimee January 28, 2008 at 1:47 am #

    >Oh, I’m so glad you’re getting out of there! One more night!

  6. Lisa January 28, 2008 at 3:16 am #

    >I gotta get me one of those awesome gun racks! We want pictures of the ho-temple.

  7. Jen January 28, 2008 at 5:51 am #

    >Hey that gun rack might come in handy at the ho-temple. Maybe you could put The Clapper on the trigger and save yourself the trouble of even getting out of bed!

  8. Lisa January 28, 2008 at 5:14 pm #

    >Great idea Jen!

  9. Candy February 1, 2008 at 12:13 am #

    >You are a crack up! What a crazy time you’re having! Can’t wait to hear more from you, and I hope things settle down soon!

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