After a fun weekend in Illinois, we were welcome back to California with 90 degree weather. I don’t normally wear a crop top this high, but I made a rare exception because it was sweltering outside and I love how it pairs with the yellow pants. These pants have to be the softest pants ever and they fit me perfectly. When I saw that they were on sale at Uniqlo for $14, I went berserk (as most women would) and bought all the colors of the rainbow. =)
While taking these photos, I had thoughts of our past trip flooding into my mind. It’s been haunting me for the last several days, so I figured I’d let the beast out and share the story. So the day we were supposed to fly back to California, Murphy’s Law happened. Due to inclement weather and then a fire in an air traffic control tower (crazy!), our flight was cancelled two days in a row. Stranded and exhausted, our options were to fly back two days later on a 20-hour flight or buy new tickets to go back on the next flight with a different airline. We did the latter, reluctantly.
After the first canceled flight, we decided to book a well-rated hotel nearby the airport to catch some much needed Zzzz. As soon as we arrived at the hotel, we noticed something peculiar about this place. For one the check-in reception was in a little shack separated from the rooms. And the rooms, weren’t really rooms either. They reminded me of unattached storage units that lined along a parking lot. These look nothing like the photos we saw online, but that was fine. It was already close to midnight and the rain was pouring hard, so we relented and checked in despite all the red flags.
When we got to our room I was filled with anticipation, if not excitement. I never stayed at any place like this before so there was a certain mystique to it. The moment we opened the door, I gasped and Luis was speechless. I’m not going to show you the picture in this post, but you can see it HERE. Red lights on the ceiling, chains on each side of the bed, a naughty hammock in the center of the bed and Usher’s “Love in this Club” was playing. I didn’t know if I was supposed to laugh or freak out. For a moment it felt like we transported to a Vegas strip club even though this hotel is located in a seemingly innocent and sweet little suburb in Chicago. Sadly, we were not in the mood for “Love in the Club” and there was a centipede crawling around the tub (Eek!). Luis started to inspect the room and the hair on this back shot up like weeds. That was definitely not a good sign, ahha. We ultimately decided to bounce and stay at a well known hotel chain instead.
I guess we should have listened to our guts. The gut is never wrong! Not to deflect attention from this cute outfit, but I hope this story entertains you. It definitely makes me laugh and cringe every time it crosses my mind.
I hope you’ll have a fabulous weekend and don’t forget to check out my interview with WearMyFashionMag. Smile and stay beautiful! =)