An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Psst!
The Mr and I decided to take a road trip. Why? Why not. 
I guess I’m one of those odd birds that thinks the getting there is half the fun….IF you’re driving, and not in a huge hurry. Today was no different.
What should have taken a max of 3 hours driving ended up taking nearly 5 hours. Nothing major, just the usual insane drivers on the four lane, and the required spotting of critters on the back roads, like a herd of Shetland ponies, geese the size of the ponies, the odd dead critter and such. What we didn’t know was that we would end up in a ‘parade’ on one of those itty bitty 2 lane back roads. We’re not real sure what those things were blocking the road ahead of us, but farming was involved. By the time they finally went straight, and we turned, there was at least a mile of vehicles behind us. It’s amazing how much you get to see when you’re doing 20-25 miles an hour…..for the entire hour. 
So, we finally reach our destination, Tunica. I know, you’re surprised, right? The room is comped, why not take advantage? I’ve been seeing these commercials about how the Sheraton is now the Tunica Roadhouse, looked kind of cool, might as well check it out if we don’t actually have to pay for the room. Makes sense, doesn’t it?
Honestly, I’m not all that impressed. Now, while they may have shut the place down for a few months to supposedly redo the whole place, it’s not all that different than it was as the Sheraton. Ok, there are the required public areas that are suppose to look rustic. Big deal. We’ve never actually stayed here, but we have walked over when staying at the Horseshoe, so we noticed the nice place to sit to check in. No more. One young lady, not extremely friendly, was working the fake saloon bar by herself. If there had been a long line, I could have understood her being a bit harried, but…. Anyway, we get our keys, come up to the room. Uh….glass. No, I don’t mean windows, I mean the bloomin’ bathroom. It’s glass.
It’s creepy. I’m sorry. I don’t know about you, but if I’m putzin’ around in the bathroom, I kind of prefer total privacy. Yes, the toity, which I think they stole off an airplane, is blocked by a real door, but still.
The carpeting is seriously stained, but it’s not a bad room. It would have been nice if we could have used the safe. Some bozo locked the thing, so we couldn’t use it. I called down, asked for someone to come open it. Sure, no problem, but the manager has to come from a different property. Do we have to be in the room for her to come in an reset it? No, no problem. We’re still waiting. Not that we have much to put in it, but I would kind of like to put my wallet in there, and a couple of other items.
Seriously, I think we prefer any number of places, but hey, free is free.
