Anaheim, CA

I'm in Anaheim this week for a nursing convention. The weather is nice, and I'm having a good time so far. But when I checked in to the hotel last night after SEVENTEEN HOURS OF TRAVEL (yes, seventeen hours to get from NYC to Orange County Airport), they said they had no rooms, despite the fact that I had a reservation. They were oversold, apparently. The agent then said he could offer me a suite on the top floor. I waited for the "BUT," part. I expected him to say he'd have to charge me an extra $100 a night, or something like that. And then it came...

Desk Clerk - "But, there's no bed in it."
Me - "No bed?"
Desk Clerk - "That's right, no bed. There is a couch, but it's really uncomfortable."
Me - "okay....ahhh..."
Desk Clerk - "We can send up a rollaway bed."
Me - "okay...ahh..."
Desk Clerk - "The rollup bed is much more comfortable than the couch."
Me - "okay...ahh...well...I guess I have no choice, right."

So, somewhat confused and kind of concerned, to the top floor I went, unprepared for what my room would look like. Here are some pictures. This is the strangest experience I've ever had in a hotel. You can see why, for yourself. What you don't see in these photos is my tiny little rollaway bed that I place in the middle of the room. It's quite bizarre. I think it's used for receptions, bridal parties, meetings, things like that. I really feel like I should be conducting interviews or something while I'm here.





A morning view:


A view from my window...the convention center where the conference is:


Another view from my window...part of DisneyLand in the background: