How can someone smash 3 action packed fun filled days into just one post?  I have no clue… which is why I won’t try to do it as tempting as it might seem.  Like a good bottle of Tequila itself… it deserves time to sit and ferment to produce the best that it has to offer.

So Poppy and I headed out of New York City around 1:30pm.  We were fairly on time… having had wrapped up my morning’s work and then had breakfast.  I had turned my device alerts on for Twitter so I could follow the progress of a few people.  Let me just say that twittering and driving don’t mix well… and holy hell do those people twat alot!

We got to The Sheraton on 17th Street and Race Street at around 4:00pm with a little help from the GPS.  After driving around the underground parking lot looking for the entrance to the hotel for about 5 minutes, we finally saw the 12-inch by 12-inch signs with an S and an arrow pointing the way to a wall that read HOTEL ELEVATORS.  Needless to say… the elevators were on the other side of that wall.  So we parked and went to check in to our smoking hotel room that Poppy had booked awhile back (February/March?).  So imagine our surprise when we found out that The Sheraton had gone completely non-smoking since May 1… the day before.  Here we were with a smoking reservation in a non-smoking hotel. 

I turned to the manager and said, “So you guys don’t send notices out when you have a policy change on the type of rooms you offer?”

The manager said to me, “No unfortunately it is a very recent change.”

“So even though we have a print-out that says SMOKING, you won’t honor that?” I just had to confirm with him as my hand started to twitch nervously.

“Well, should you choose to smoke in your room there will be an additional $200 cleaning fee added to the bill,” the manager explained with a slight smile that bordered on the sadistic.  Bastard.

I nodded as understanding as I could be, but then warned the manager as he handed Poppy the room keys, “When the blonde whirlwhind yelling ‘Woo-hoo! Fuck yeah!’ comes in here… I suggest you run for your life.”

I knew this change would not make for a happy Britt.

Needless to say… I never saw that manager again for the rest of my stay.

Pictures are reportedly worth a thousand words.  Well I think the photos from my Flickr set and the TequilaCon Flickr Group are worth a little more… but you can be the judge.