Hot Fun in the Summertime
June 24, 2006
I’ve arrived in Chattanooga, my home for the next two days. The trip was mercifully short; it only seemed long when I was driving—very slowly—through some torrential downpours in Montgomery. Driving into the city I found a pretty decent college radio station that provided a great soundtrack—Parliament, Sly and the Family Stone, Beck, and Aphex Twin were the artists I actually recognized.
All I’ve seen of Chattanooga so far is fog. Fog, and the Marriott. This is a nice hotel, but it’s impossible to find real food here after 11pm. I, being the sucker I am, held off on eating fast food on the way up confident that I’d be able to get something at the hotel. I thought I’d made it when I saw that room service delivers until 11, at which point the gentle hotel operator explained to me that I had traveled into the Eastern time zone.There are a lot of children at this hotel. All of them are staying in the room adjoining mine.
One thing they’ve got going for them is the free WiFi. I hate it when hotels charge for internet access, so that this one has it—wirelessly—and it’s fast, gives this place good bonus points.
I also like that the regular rate for this room is $120 a night, and I’m paying half that because I got it on Priceline. I love you, Shatner.
Next I’m going to see if there’s anyone with their PSP playing Liberty City Stories logged onto the hotel’s WiFi. I’m sure there’s not, but it’d be pretty cool if there were. If not, I’ll see if OnCommand has any decent porn. Again, I’m sure there’s not.
I heard once that the average time watched for a hotel porn movie is something like 10 minutes. The writing’s just not what it used to be.
This bed may be the most comfortable bed I’ve ever lied on. Scratch the above… I’m going straight to sleep.