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Oct. 8th, 2011 02:12 pmI'm currently in beautiful Ventura to attend the wedding of my best friend's daughter. Complications abounded on getting us here, including the cancellation of a planned trip to the horse races due to a friend landing in the hospital with a blood clot, my mother-in-law almost being hospitalized (yet again) for a blood clot (geez, aree those things catching?), a case of mistaken identity in trying to add another night to our reservation, confusion today by the front desk on whether or not we were supposed to be leaving. We went to Santa Barbara yesterday for a refreshing tour of the Botanic Garden (which I highly recommend, should you even happen to be in Santa Barbara), including two or three missed turns and resulting u-turns on narrow, twisting canyon roads, and the purchase of several heucheras and an iris for my garden, a delicious dinner at Brophy Brothers, which I highly recommend, if only for their yummy bread and clam chowder, and gridlock on the freeway.
When we returned to our hotel in Ventura, however, the comedy commenced--as if it hadn't already! Ever get the feeling you're stuck in some comedic-tragedy of errors? A horrible smell upon entering our room. A discovery of brrrrrrrr-chilly room temperature. Tried to call the front desk to ask if there were special instructions on operating the thermostat, but the phone didn't work. Neither did the tv remote. Hubby took the remote to the front desk, clerk eventually delivered a new remote and a phone and the unwelcome news that the heater in this wing is broken. *sigh* The stench continued, as did the chilly conditions, whereupon we decided to ask for a different room and discovered none were available. But all was, well, okay, because in the meantime we had discovered that the thermostat was in the "on" position and blowing cold air into the room. Once that was turned off, it warmed up, and the smell went away. And now they just called a few minutesago to confirm that we were leaving today. Um, no, but I'm not surprised, given the nature of the mistaken identity and adding a room and getting new confirmation numbers. Now we better not be charged for the "other" reservation that we never showed up for. I sure hope the wedding runs without a hitch.
All this follows continued errands involving moving my mother and getting her settled into her new place, changes of address for her and checking up on credit cards, etc, that involve me taking over her finances, lawyer and doctor visits, shopping, etc etc etc. And the grandkiddies. My hubby is not surprised I had a two day migraine followed by another day of headache (not a migraine this time). So when he went down to the horse races this afternoon, I happily stayed here to rest up and recuperate. Ahhhhhhh.
ETA: No, the comedic errors did NOT abate. Right after writing this entry, I hear fumbling at the door lock and assume it's a guest trying to open the wrong door by mistake. I start walking toward the door, and the door OPENS! And there stands a horribly embarrassed and frustrated young man who exclaims: "Not again! This is the THIRD wrong room they've sent me to." He apologized profusely. But it was unsettling, to say the least. Luckily, I was dressed, but the hubby was not. The wedding did, however, turn out beautifully and without a hitch. And we did not have to pay for our two night stay.
When we returned to our hotel in Ventura, however, the comedy commenced--as if it hadn't already! Ever get the feeling you're stuck in some comedic-tragedy of errors? A horrible smell upon entering our room. A discovery of brrrrrrrr-chilly room temperature. Tried to call the front desk to ask if there were special instructions on operating the thermostat, but the phone didn't work. Neither did the tv remote. Hubby took the remote to the front desk, clerk eventually delivered a new remote and a phone and the unwelcome news that the heater in this wing is broken. *sigh* The stench continued, as did the chilly conditions, whereupon we decided to ask for a different room and discovered none were available. But all was, well, okay, because in the meantime we had discovered that the thermostat was in the "on" position and blowing cold air into the room. Once that was turned off, it warmed up, and the smell went away. And now they just called a few minutesago to confirm that we were leaving today. Um, no, but I'm not surprised, given the nature of the mistaken identity and adding a room and getting new confirmation numbers. Now we better not be charged for the "other" reservation that we never showed up for. I sure hope the wedding runs without a hitch.
All this follows continued errands involving moving my mother and getting her settled into her new place, changes of address for her and checking up on credit cards, etc, that involve me taking over her finances, lawyer and doctor visits, shopping, etc etc etc. And the grandkiddies. My hubby is not surprised I had a two day migraine followed by another day of headache (not a migraine this time). So when he went down to the horse races this afternoon, I happily stayed here to rest up and recuperate. Ahhhhhhh.
ETA: No, the comedic errors did NOT abate. Right after writing this entry, I hear fumbling at the door lock and assume it's a guest trying to open the wrong door by mistake. I start walking toward the door, and the door OPENS! And there stands a horribly embarrassed and frustrated young man who exclaims: "Not again! This is the THIRD wrong room they've sent me to." He apologized profusely. But it was unsettling, to say the least. Luckily, I was dressed, but the hubby was not. The wedding did, however, turn out beautifully and without a hitch. And we did not have to pay for our two night stay.
