brooklyn gal for a while

Why the Good Nite Inn rocked

I had a fine time in San Diego. There was a phenominal (if I do say so myself) 25 hours of CE learned, well, atleast sat through. A sake tasting, really aweful French maritinis, and an expected amount of embaressment was had as well. I spent the majority of nights at the wonderful Marriott next to the convention center (my experience at these big conferences is that they are held in warm, sunny locations, yet one is really not allowed time to actually BE outside. but the blue skies did look inviting from our over air-conditioned seminar rooms). However, the first night I was there, I was on my own and looking for a cheap place to crash. The Good Nite Inn won the expedia hotel search. It was near the beach, near old town, not too far from the convention center or airport, and the price was right. Well fate must have been involved in this hotel ordering process.
The cab slowed as we passed "Les Girls", "Tiny's autobody repair" and "the body shop" (something about the images next to that sign led me to believe it was more like the former establishment than the latter). But as I lugged my suitcase over the gravel drive to check in, I saw it . . . I knew why this was the best hotel . . . across the street in a hand-lettered sign was "San Diego's Largest Craftstore"!

posted by gordian knot @ Thursday, December 15, 2005