As a shoe full of shite

I am soft. So soft in fact that I tapped out of my LaQuinta and shuffled on down to the DoubleTree for my last night in Portland. It’s 40 miles away from my last abode but closer to the airport so that’s a win. Actually this whole place is a victory.

Last night my next door Quinta neighbors partook of some local herb and other assorted treats. The weed smell made it through the uninsulated walls and I’m assuming by the chants of GOGOGOGO that they were taking other things down.

Everything died down around 10:00pm and I was left with my always running toilet. It had been running off and on every five minutes for three days straight in spite of my best efforts including three calls to the front desk so it wasn’t that annoying anymore. (Unlike that insane run on sentence) My brain put it in the snore ignore category. Toilet snore ignore.

I was awoken by the gentle rapping of a human skull bouncing repeatedly against the wall amidst screams of passion. I resisted an audible CTE warning and decided to ride it out (pun intended thank you very much.) They soon grew tired slash finished slashed knocked each other out and all was back to the normal creepy vibe. I drifted off to sleep just in time for someone to text me not allowing for my time zone. Just perfect.

And like the big serving of soft serve that I am the front desk was notified that I would no longer need those fine accommodations. On my way to the shop I called my next hotel and secured a real room.

Ahhhhhhhh.