anonymouse

Ugh. Our house has termites. We're going to get our house tented next week, so we need to find a hotel. We were going to stay at the Mayfair House, a place that used to serve as a gay bath house, because we heard they were pet-friendly. They're dog-friendly, not cat-friendly. Fuckers. And they were reasonably-priced, too! $96 a night for a suite. The Four Seasons is cat-friendly, but that's $250 a night. And I talked with the lady at the star-studded Loews, and she told me all about the kitty amenities they have -- scratching posts, kitty houses, spas and massages for the cats, toys, special meals for kitties, a MOVIE for the cats, et cetera. But they're just as expensive as the Four Seasons. That's ridonkulous. I could head to New York and stay at the Flatotel for about a $100 a night, and that place is beautifully furnished and in walking distance to the theater district. The hotels on the beach are on crack apparently.

So it looks like we'll be staying at the Quality Inn. My ma's gone over their to check out the hotel. We won't stay there if it's total crap, but it's pretty much our only option since it's only, like $70 a night. And $500 for two nights at the Loews is too fucking much. But if it's a rat trap, well -- $500 is less than we'd pay for a trip to New York with tickets to Avenue Q, dinner at some disgustingly trendy Vietnamese fusion restaurant, three or four nights at the reasonably priced Flatotel, et cetera, et cetera. FEH. I should stop rationalizing that because $250 a night is NOT an option. Especially when I need a new computer. MACINTOSH. Apple. Or as Gwyneth Paltrow pronounces it, Appl. That's so fucking pretentious.

Why do we need a hotel that allows cats? Because Sid is a neurotic basketcase who would freak out at the kennel. And, you know, Zowie isn't so mellow around strangers either unless they own cats. She loves people who own cats.

Goddamn. Fuckin' termites. I'll kick your asses. GITOUTTAMYWALLZZZZZZZ.