Dude. Have you heard about the hotel we stayed in for BlogHer? Bah. Now – let me go on record saying two things: 1) I love Hyatt. I have never met a Hyatt I didn’t like. The one in Knoxville used to have a giant Christmas tree of Poinsettias and an elevator that went outside. 2) The Hyatt at San Jose was perfect for the BlogHer convention. It had the facilities we needed and the catering and the rooms all in one place.
All of that said? Strictly speaking of it as a hotel I happened to stay in this weekend? IT SUCKED. Our room smelled like stale laundry and the mattresses in our room had craters in the middle of them so that we wound up on top of each other by morning. The faucet to the bathroom broke and there was no bathtub. Only a shower. And showering with a baby is difficult because babies are SLIPPERY when they’re soapy and I just knew I was going to drop NikkiZ on her wet head. There were mystery stains on the floor and the pillows had hairs that were NOT mine on them. The elevators were dirty and the stairwell was scary. But do you want to know the worst part about it?
It was a Pepsi place. As in – of all 20 or so soda machines on the property? They ALL SOLD PEPSI. Do you know what that means? I went four days only drinking the Diet Coke that Brit and her husband were willing to share with me. I had to have Diet Pepsi the whole time. NO DIET COKE. I thought I was going to die. As a matter of fact? I did die. I died from Diet Coke deficiency and I am now nothing more than a Diet Pepsi hating ghost, wandering the world haunting facilities like the Hyatt in San Jose.