A Failed Plan
People do not plan to fail, they fail to plan.
I am sure that like me you have heard this phrase from every
insurance salesman you have ever met.
Well last week on a road trip to NW Iowa, Central Patti and
I discovered that if you don’t plan you will fail.
First we did not look at any road reports as we departed
Kansas City because if we had we would have known that the two main routes out
of Kansas City were closed and saved us an extra half hour detour.
We then arrived in Council Bluffs and were really looking
forward to staying at Harrah’s and having a few cocktails and dinner in the 360
Steakhouse overlooking the mighty Mississippi and the Omaha Skyline.
We got out of the car, parking the in self serve lot opting
to not use valet. Grabbing our luggage and I a couple of shirts and a pair of
slacks we headed for the lobby. As we walked (about a block) Central Patti
said, “I wonder if we should have checked to see if there are any rooms?” I
scoffed at this suggestion thinking how full could this huge hotel be?
As Patti was inquiring at the desk I was looking through the
lobby and the casino becoming high in anticipation of all the fun we would be
having in a short while after a quick shower and change of clothes.
As I approached the desk I heard the clerk say, “I can call
another hotel for you.”
Well that did not make me happy. Patti looked at me and said
out loud , “you have got to be shitting me!”
The clerk was very professional and did find us about the
only room left in the area. The last thing the clerk said was “it is a really
nice place.”
As we walked the longest mile back to the car I was fuming
and when my pants dropped off the hanger on the hot parking lot that was the
last straw. My suite case flew out of my hands and slid across the parking lot
stopping as it hit the tire of our car.
I called the Ameristar and again found no room at the in.
The accommodation the clerk procured for us was at the “beautiful” Comfort Inn.
Not to be confused with the Comfort Inn and Suites as this inn had no suites
and I was just excited when it had a bed and a shower. We were officially slumming and did I mention that we had a room with a smell (no extra charge)
I was prepared to walk next door to the gas station and get
a pizza and a six pack and eat in the room. Not a bad plan except after
arriving at the station we discovered they were out of pizza and the kitchen
was closed.
Yes, I was pissed again.
Central Patti talked me in to getting back in the car and
would drive us to a place to grab a bite. First stop was packed, second stop
again packed, finally we found a Hooters which had plenty of parking (should
have been a sign, you think?) and as we were very hungry we entered what could
have been the worst Hooters in the country.
The waitresses, while cute were very young (or I am just getting to old to enjoy
this type of outing anymore) the establishment did not look and was not all
that clean and probably had not been renovated since it was built. Menus were
faded and worn and a little soggy and our table was filthy.
At this point I had almost had enough, but needed a drink so
we stayed. Cindy waited on us and was the best of the lot with a nice “set”
bulging from her top so I had the going for me.
The meal was really quite good so things started to pick up.
After few cocktails we paid our tab and drove out of the parking lot in search
of a liquor store. We found one after only a short couple of block search and
knew at this point our luck had indeed change.
Picking up a couple of bottles, a mixer and two cigars we
headed back to our place of lodging spending fifty on dinner and drinks and
another ninety at on booze and cigars.
The Bar du Jour
Back at the Inn we found there was a gazebo out the side
door and moved the bar, my Bluetooth phone and speaker and of course our bar to
the great outdoors. Finally after a few cocktails and a cigar I could relax
which would set the state for the rest of the weekend turning the “Failed Plan”
into a really enjoyable evening.
CheersThe Professor
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