The hotel was interesting. The hallway smelled of sewage the first night, but that dissipated. The tub didn't drain, but that sorted itself out at the last minute. The vent dropped clumps of dust and black schmutz, but it only seemed to do that once. The man at the front desk when we checked in was a complete asshole. We stood and waited and waited. Finally, he came over to check us in. Didn't smile. Wasn't friendly. I said I had a reservation, and he said, "I doubt it, but I'll check. Name?" Asshole! Then he said we were already checked in. Not possible. Then he realized we weren't and said it was hard to tell in the system. Great. Whatever. Maybe an apology would have been nice, but whatever. He was a complete ass. I was so angry!
I know this sounds awful, but it wasn't that bad. I really did have a good time somewhere in there, and it'll make for funny, funny stories. *shrug* I'd like to go back to Boston someday, but I'll take a train or plane to get there and stay very near a train station. No getting lost that way. Indeed. Glad to be home, though it's terribly cold here. Might be time to turn on the heat. Time to unpack for sure.