I look like Reese Witherspoon, you guys!
So our lovely, romantic, fire-placey cabin on Friday night in Prescott didn't happen, but we had an amazing adventure, nonetheless. That's right, we made it to Prescott, then 25 minutes up this rocky mountain, and there were people at the cabin that was reserved for us!
We pretty much sat and stared in the windows for about 20 minutes, until we realized that could be misconstrued as creepy.
So not having much money, we went into town and stopped at the America Hotel (Motel?)...looked a little run-down, but not terrible from the outside. The lady gave us the key, we couldn't open the door, and someone inside started yelling at us! We took the key back, told her the room was occupied, she gave us another key...we opened this door and lo and behold someone's luggage is all over the place and the bed is unmade and jeans are on the bed. She apologizes profusely and gives us another key! This room was empty, thank God, but there was a bullet hole in the window...here is evidence of what a shithole we stayed in:
The borders at the ceiling are somewhat deceptively charming, as is the patched wall you see.
The little "office" nook, I guess...
They didn't even bother to hang the mirror.
Will and I take pictures of the same things at the same time - how fucking adorable are we?!
Obligatory myspace picture.
The bathroom window.
The bullet hole!
The shower.
They were really serious about this message - it was posted TWICE on the same door.
But we are cute as ever:
So we went out to Whisky Row, where an old biker dude led us to an underground punk rock bar with rockabilly bands playing. He told us we must "really want drugs" if we are staying the America Hotel (Motel?). We ended up sitting at the bar next to an old methed out lady who kept grabbing my chin and telling me that I'm the spittin' image of Reese Witherspoon. It must have just been my chin because that's all she touched.
She didn't have bottom teeth, and that was really distracting.
So, there's another TWO days to my story, but I'm tired of telling it right now, and work's almost done. Maybe tomorrow.
We pretty much sat and stared in the windows for about 20 minutes, until we realized that could be misconstrued as creepy.
So not having much money, we went into town and stopped at the America Hotel (Motel?)...looked a little run-down, but not terrible from the outside. The lady gave us the key, we couldn't open the door, and someone inside started yelling at us! We took the key back, told her the room was occupied, she gave us another key...we opened this door and lo and behold someone's luggage is all over the place and the bed is unmade and jeans are on the bed. She apologizes profusely and gives us another key! This room was empty, thank God, but there was a bullet hole in the window...here is evidence of what a shithole we stayed in:
The borders at the ceiling are somewhat deceptively charming, as is the patched wall you see.
The little "office" nook, I guess...
They didn't even bother to hang the mirror.
Will and I take pictures of the same things at the same time - how fucking adorable are we?!
Obligatory myspace picture.
The bathroom window.
The bullet hole!
The shower.
They were really serious about this message - it was posted TWICE on the same door.
But we are cute as ever:
So we went out to Whisky Row, where an old biker dude led us to an underground punk rock bar with rockabilly bands playing. He told us we must "really want drugs" if we are staying the America Hotel (Motel?). We ended up sitting at the bar next to an old methed out lady who kept grabbing my chin and telling me that I'm the spittin' image of Reese Witherspoon. It must have just been my chin because that's all she touched.
She didn't have bottom teeth, and that was really distracting.
So, there's another TWO days to my story, but I'm tired of telling it right now, and work's almost done. Maybe tomorrow.