I told you Gabe - totally blogging it.
So, went to St. Louis - found a hotel, it was kinda far away from where I needed to be most days. Also, it had not one, not two, but three security gates that I had to go through to get to my room. Let's just say it freaked me out a little bit. I don't even want to think of the reasons WHY they might need 3 locked gates.
So, I moved. Made reservations for a different, closer, hotel. I bopped, yes bopped, down to the front desk to check out. This is what happens:
Desk Clerk: Checking out?
Andrea: Yes sir, you are just too far away.
DC: Oh, so you are going to the concert??
Andrea: Hmmm, what concert.
DC: Really?? Uh, U2
Andrea: WHAAAAAAATTTT!!!!!
DC: Yup, I have tickets if you need to buy some.
Andrea: (pouty face) Oh man, I can't go - CRAP! Now, if you had some NKOTB tickets we'd be in business. (see I was free that night)
DC: Oh, you a fan??
Andrea: Heck yessssss! (believe there was a fist pump involved)
DC: Well, I can't officially tell you this - but you might want to stay here. We're there official hotel.
Andrea: *silence*
DC: I know, right??
Andrea: *silence*
Finally, got out that I had to be going now...
BUT - SERIOUSLY DUDE!!!!! Could you maybe have told me that before I went through the trouble of checking out??? I kinda look like the type of gal who would need that information. You know that I am sooooo not above stalking people in the lobby!! Just another example of my bad luck.
May your day be filled with extra special chance encounters,
Andrea
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