Blogher Arrival, Corrections, Crawly Things and Killings

Posted by Karoli in Uncategorized July 28th, 2006

I’m happy to say that I’ve arrived at Blogher — finally! First, right out of the box, I need to make a correction to my post earlier this week.

Excuse me…

…a spider is crawling across the desk about a foot away from me. A really big one. With interesting markings that I’m not sure I want to parse at this time of night…

Okay, it’s dead now. And cleaned up. Killing it involved taking off a shoe and beating it to death, releasing a rather large amount of poison/venomous looking gut stuff that also needed to be cleaned….

Correction:

The Hyatt that Blogher is at is NOT the same Hyatt less than 2 miles away from here that I stayed at last weekend. It wasn’t till I actually LOOKED at the directions that I figured that out and if I wasn’t sure before I certainly am after killing the spider. There weren’t any spiders in the Hyatt where I was.

I finally got here after almost having to turn back a couple of hours into the drive to take Sticks’ cymbals to him…he left them in the car and didn’t remember that till I was well past Santa Barbara. Fortunately he was able to borrow a set from someone else for his gig tonight or I’d have been even later than I was.

By the time I arrived, there were several groups partying hearty, a frazzled front desk attendant, and several text messages on my phone from friends wondering why the heck I hadn’t called them when I was supposed to leave at noon. It doesn’t take 10 hours to drive north, after all….Not 10, but definitely 7 or so when crises erupt like the cymbals.

Excuse me again…there is a second spider, perhaps a cousin of the first, crawling on my iPod which is about six inches from my elbow.

….

Okay, it’s dead now, too. I cleaned up the guts but can’t seem to lose the crawly sensation I’m now getting on my legs and arms. I hate when that happens….how do you sleep when spiders are waiting to leap into bed with you?

So…I’m not one of these people that arrives at a hotel and immediately starts criticizing, but the arrival of a couple of really big spiders, the lack of a coffee pot and a basket for the in-room coffee maker, a 7 hour drive that should’ve been much shorter and this unshakeable crawliness has me a bit annoyed. I’m about 2 spiders away from making Housekeeping come up here with a vacuum and decontaminate.

Ugh…let’s hope tomorrow overcomes the spideys and other crawlies.

Photos tomorrow, too!

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    Hi,
    I saw you comment on my mom's blog. That was really nice. It's so cool that so many more people can see how excited she is by learning new things and meeting new people.

    She was just telling me that when she started blogging, she had no fear. Like Arinana Huffington, my mom is fearless!

    As for the Hyatt San Jose, this MOTEL was a big dissapointment. The staff was frazzled and didn't care. It was the small things and that big things that that failed at.

    No morning newspaper at my door, internet connection in the room was broken for my whole stay.

    One last thing, my mom read the onine reviews and told be before we checked in that people saw cockroaches here.

    I saw a cockroach the size of a Buick walking down the hallway. Hyatt should be ashamed to have their brand on this hotel.
    --Steve (Millie's Son)
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    Hi Steve,

    I couldn't agree more. I don't want to be too critical because it was clear the hotel staff was giving it their best effort, but there were some pretty bad things they need to fix. First stop would be the bug bomb store -- there was some serious problems with that.

    I suspect this hotel was not originally a Hyatt, but was acquired somewhere along the way and hasn't hit the "refurbish" list yet.

    DnW
 

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