Living out in the country with kids, property, food plots and animals to tend to because I have a husband that works offshore, I don't to go out much.My husbands really tries to take me out when an event arises.  This year my husband was actually home and able to attend his company's Christmas party.  He and I decided to go. Since it was being held close to his home office in Lafayette on Friday night, we thought we'd drop the kids off at gramma's to babysit and we would get a hotel room and stay the night instead of driving the 2 and a half hours home after a night of drinking.


We got to town well before the party and Parry went inside to check in while I waited in the truck. We parked and gathered all of our things to bring up to our room. I, of course packed way more that what I
needed and was rather loaded down while Parry lead the way to our room.

Parry shook his head while I dragged my stuff banging into him, walls, doors, and anything else in my way while he held the door open for me.

After I get all my stuff unpacked and was ready to start getting dressed for the party, I decided that I wanted something to drink from the vending machine to aid me in my preparation. I scrounged around and managed to gather what seemed like enough change and Parry handed me the key card for the room as I set out to search for the vending machine.

I was pretty happy that the "quest for soda" took minimal search skills on my part and backtracked my way back to the room. As I got close to where my room was, I realized that in all the bother of getting to the room, laying out my things just right, and my concern fr finding the vending machines without hiking all over the hotel........I had never seen, heard, or even asked what our room number was. WELL SHOOT!

I knew I was in the right vicinity, it had to be one of the rooms....in this wing. I wondered up and down the hall trying to retrace my steps in my head. I just could not remember for the life of me where the hell my room was....surely Parry would come looking for me at some point? Yeah Right! That'll happen.

Then I thought I would just stick the card in every door until one of the little electronic card key locks turned green. I then had visions of someone hearing me piddle with their door lock and jerking the door
open to check it out and discovering me outside their door and mehaving to explain my stupidity. No, I had to do this covert and with stealth. I started at the end of the hall and began to work my way
putting my key card in as quietly as possible while trying to look nonchalant when other guests passed me in the hall.

None of the locks were opening...DANG IT! I am completely animated at this point. Standing in the middle of the hall, hands on my hips I stomped my foot throwing a silence hissy fit. Then counting doors and then trying to reenact my arrival as to jog my memory. WELL CRAP. I decided to go back to the vending machine and reenact my journey from there. On my way back I see a hotel phone on a table by the elevator.  AH HA!!! I'll just call the lobby and ask for our room and brave the supreme ribbing I was surely to catch from him.

I pick up the phone and it automatically rang the front desk. I didn't understand the lady on the phone very well. She sounded like she had some sort of vocal impediment or maybe she had a cold and just couldn't talk very well. WHATEVER, I didn't care I just needed to get back to my room....I asked for Parry Ott's room and heard laughter in background. I am fairly sure I hear someone yell "Pay Up!" in the background. I thought "wow, their having fun at the front desk". But I forgot about that as the laughter on the phone switched to ringing. Parry answered the phone and I meekly asked him what our room number was. SILENCE. HELLO?.......

After he stopped laughing at me, he told me "519, you big dork". I told him that it wasn't THAT funny and hung up the phone to make my way back to the room. That's when I noticed the SECURITY CAMERAS! Several of them..........covering every possible angle of the hall where my confused wanderings, covert ops, hissy fit, animated reenactments, and subsequent reluctant phone call took place.

The memory of laughing from the lobby phone came flooding back. WELL, THAT"S JUST PERFECT!

If my happy butt shows up on youtube, I'm going to hunt each and every one of those hotel personal down like dogs and hide their bodies in the swamp.