…Yeah, you know me…
I hate trying to figure out where to stay when I visit a city. Some places we visit over and over I have my set places. Not a problem. I try to stay within one particular chain just because I have the best success with walking across the room and not worrying about my socks getting dirty. Seriously.
For everywhere else, holy cripes…it takes me FOREVER to figure out where to stay. Like the return trip from Dizney Werld, for example. We’re stopping in Sa*van*nah on the way home and it’s been YEARS since we were there and I have no clue as to where we stayed. So, for the past week or three, I’ve been stressing over it. Where should we stay? How much do we want to pay? I know the area we want to stay, so that narrowed down the 139 choices on Tr*vel0city down to just slightly over 100 and when I took out the one and two star places, I still had about 70 choices. The F0ur P0ints Sherat0n was a kicking special with good location, but the reviews were bad. Then there was the non-chain hotel that would have been nice and it was priced reasonably and there was no valid reason to NOT choose that one. Except for the other non-chain hotel that was sooo quaint, but it was a little higher priced, but would have been neat to stay there. Then there’s the Ec0n0-L0dge that I could have paid $39 for off the interstate, driven to the historic district and not had this anxiety. Damn self-inflicted anxiety. It gets the best of me. Well, since Will went to bed early and Fabul-O has zero interest in talking about it, I had to do something. I mean, vacation starts soon. Verrrrry soon. I used Pric3line dot com. I’ve never used them before. Evah. Talk about anxiety? They didn’t bite at my four-star hotel for $75. Mixed emotions…I didn’t have to give up control of deciding where to stay, even though every freaking search engine knows my dates and preferences by heart and Firef0x is so tired of searching for me, it just shuts down when it sees me coming. As I got ready to click to close my screen, I had to give it one more shot. So, I threw in a 3-1/2 star rating and threw caution to the wind. Next thing I know, my heart is beating rapidly, I have no color in my face and I’m sweating. My offer was accepted and my credit card charged. Imagine a slow-motion run like I’m trying to catch a Faberge egg flying through the air with a long, drawn out “Noooooooo.” Except it wasn’t out loud… it was a silent struggle because Will is strapped into his flight mask (CPAP) snoring away and Olivia is dosed up on cough med/decongestant and if Pom Pom hears me, she’ll want to go out and I’m not in the mood to wipe muddy paws this late. But the feeling was there. I did it. I gave up control and have a room. I couldn’t even focus my eyes to see where it put us at first….Not bad….we’re staying here. I saved about $45-50 off the lowest discounted rate I could find, so I guess that’s pretty nifty.
Will I use Pric3line again? I don’t know. It’s too freaking stressful for me. Now I’m wondering if I should have put a lower offer in to see if it would have been accepted. See the imaginary stress?!?! gah.
Now I have to book a hotel for the stop on the way down. I know which one I’m choosing, but I always get buyer’s remorse and wonder if I made the right decision and my fellow travel mates aren’t that much help. They’re the last ones who want to help, but aren’t shy about their displeasure. *sigh*
You’d think I would have done it by now. Since I need it in, ohhhh, two days. Can’t use P.line because there are too many choices that could be oh.so.wrong. for that stop. And I just don’t have the mental capacity for it. Sad, huh? But I certainly can’t be the only one who has useless anxiety.
Oy vey…free my mind……………………
Oh, yeah….insomnia is kicking my arse this week. I need this vacation. Desperately.