Enthusiast was on the phone with me when I discovered the black light installed above my hotel bed in Houston.
All I could think of was the episode of Family Guy where the Quohog TV news station uses a black light to show the unseen filth in hotel rooms, and livestock appears when the light is turned on.
In my case, it was a disturbing mural of hearts and rainbows on the walls and a starscape on the ceiling. By the door was a depiction of palm trees and sail boats. I couldn't bear to pull down the bed covers to see what kind of mural might be there.
All was forgiven, though, after an enjoyable morning run and a bottle of tasty stout on my last day of travel. Still, I'm awe of the strangeness of the Scott Inn & Suites.
Wherein we consider safety first.
Barefoot Josh is envious of my hotel location: "Are you off of Scott St? That has a pleasantly treacherous looking sidewalk for a few miles."
Answer: You have no idea how treacherous. My taxi driver told me I'd be fine as long as I didn't buy any of the services I'd be offered.
Xenia considers the consequences of my hydration plan: "Morning drinking before a flight? The flight crew is just going to love dealing with you."
Answer: I didn't even mention the Bloody Mary I had at the airport.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheer!