Aaahh...luxury

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I can't stop laughing. I don't know why it's funny, but I just can't stop laughing. I'll tell you why in a minute.
This morning was rather traumatic. I had to drop my babies off at a boarding facility. Albert has this conference to attend here in Vegas, so we just left the rig on site at the campground in Houston and will fly back on Friday so that he can do the training in that office next week. I've never boarded the 'kids' before, but felt fairly confident because the website looked great.
I take my poor kitty in and, first of all, the place stinks. Okay, so there are a bunch of animals here, so I have to cut them some slack, but I had hoped it would be cleaner. At least her 'kitty condo' is large and has a window view so she can look out. But the website had made a big deal about how they have strict rules about keeping dogs and cats in separate parts of the facility, for obvious reasons. Well, who's rooming in the kitty condo right next to Lucy's? A nervous, yappy, loud horrible Chihuahua! Okay, they may be small, but they are still dogs and this thing was freaking out my already traumatized cat. Grrr..
Unhappy and feeling guilty, we get in the car to go to the next facility to drop off Brandy. (We put them in separate facilities because the first one was just too expensive for dogs. The second one is much more affordable, and treats the dogs better, according to reviews. But they don't take cats, so Lucy had to stay at the expensive, icky place for lack of options) We get there, and it's small, but the play yard is huge and well supervised, and the kennel area is large and clean. We put Brandy's blankie and toys in her kennel, and sent her outside to play.
When we were leaving, we gave her a goodbye pat and hopped in the truck. I expected her to bark, but then quickly get distracted by the handler who was all ready to play with her. But no. The dog sat there and cried miserably when she realized we were leaving her. We felt terrible! Albert laughed at me when he saw me shedding a few tears, but I saw him wipe away a few himself, so there. Feeling like bad parents, we glumly took ourselves to the airport.
The flight was uneventful. We went to get checked in to our hotel (the Venetian! Fabulous hotel! Gotta love conferences that put you up in great digs!) and the guy informs us that he's giving us a 2-category upgrade on our suite. Not sure why he did that, but okay, fine. Well, we get to our room, and, first of all, it has double doors. We looked at each other, suddenly quite excited, since we know that the double-door rooms are the spiffy ones. We opened the door, and I just started laughing. This place is so huge, so glamourous, so obviously something we could never dream to afford, that it's somehow just funny! This room is bigger than our house! Granted, our house is small, but this is just a hotel room! It totals out at 1100 square feet!   Our house is only around 800 square feet. And we've been living in a trailer for the past 3 months! So this size and luxury is somehow just hilarious!! First of all, you walk through a marble foyer (which serves no real purpose, as far as I can tell-it just adds to the glamour) that is as big as our living room.   You enter into the sleeping area, with 2 queen beds, tons of empty space, lots of drawers, and a plasma TV hanging on the wall, then through to the living area. This has an L-shaped couch (with fold-out bed), dining table and chairs, and a work desk area, complete with fax/copy/printer machine. There is a large amoire, containing the 2nd plasma TV and the mini-bar. And don't even get me started on the bathroom. Oh my goodness! I plan on living in that fabulous tub for the rest of the week! The bathroom alone is about 500 square feet, with double sinks, lots of marble, a vanity table and chair, separate tub and shower, and the potty in its own separate room. Hilarious!
After getting over the shock, we went downstairs to register for the convention. I was still giggling the whole time. Just couldn't stop! Now Albert is at some meet and greet session (that I'm not invited to) and I'm still giggling. I get to play queen for the next few days. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with that wonderful tub... 
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