A Romantic Night
It was Dave's birthday and I wanted to make it special. Something romantic. Like candlelight and champagne. So I booked a three star hotel in Sacramento on Orbitz for the weekend. Dave picked me up at the airport and I told him I had a surprise for him...a very special surprise...
After he picked me up from the hotel I gave him directions and told him to drive to 4317 Madison Ave--I didn't tell him where we were heading. We arrived at our destination greeted by two police cars surrounding our location. In the air was a helicopter, surveying our location.
Dave wanted to know if we took the wrong turn. No. This was the surprise. We walked in. The smell of urine/popcorn/vomit filled out nostrils as we headed to the check-in counter. A suspicious looking character was in front of us. Wearing a ski coat jacket in 75 degree weather yet wearing sandals. Interesting. The man at the counter tells us we have to wait because all they have is dial-up internet and he can't get my Orbitz reservation.
Dave and I look at the scenery. A fish tank to the right filled with mold. Beautiful. We get our key and walk down the hall. Two large white girls are yelling by the coke stand "Oh noooo you deedent...Oh noooo you deedent..." Ibonics. The check-in counter now smells like fragrant flowers compared to the hallway. Like dead bodies. Think crack house. Our room is at the very end, by the emergency door that looks more like an emergency robbery entrance. We enter the room. More delicious smells of cigarettes and urine.
Dave thanks me for the birthday present. Nothing is too good for my man.
POINT OF STORY: NEVER EVER EVER GO TO: Madison Inn and Suites Sacramento
After he picked me up from the hotel I gave him directions and told him to drive to 4317 Madison Ave--I didn't tell him where we were heading. We arrived at our destination greeted by two police cars surrounding our location. In the air was a helicopter, surveying our location.
Dave wanted to know if we took the wrong turn. No. This was the surprise. We walked in. The smell of urine/popcorn/vomit filled out nostrils as we headed to the check-in counter. A suspicious looking character was in front of us. Wearing a ski coat jacket in 75 degree weather yet wearing sandals. Interesting. The man at the counter tells us we have to wait because all they have is dial-up internet and he can't get my Orbitz reservation.
Dave and I look at the scenery. A fish tank to the right filled with mold. Beautiful. We get our key and walk down the hall. Two large white girls are yelling by the coke stand "Oh noooo you deedent...Oh noooo you deedent..." Ibonics. The check-in counter now smells like fragrant flowers compared to the hallway. Like dead bodies. Think crack house. Our room is at the very end, by the emergency door that looks more like an emergency robbery entrance. We enter the room. More delicious smells of cigarettes and urine.
Dave thanks me for the birthday present. Nothing is too good for my man.
POINT OF STORY: NEVER EVER EVER GO TO: Madison Inn and Suites Sacramento
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