What Up, Vienna? when a girl and a guy from los angeles move their asses halfway across the world

26Aug/094

pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

There's some weird stuff that goes on in Minneapolis hotels. Here's a picture of our ordinary-seeming eighth-floor hotel room:

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Ordinary, right?


But let's check out the view out the window.
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Wait, a door? Up here?


Now that ain't right. What could possibly be out there?
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Now that ain't right


A whole 'nuther room, attached to two hotel rooms, suspended over the lobby and ballrooms, comfortably appointed, and containing a mysterious door (locked) on the other side. Even worse was the trail of stains leading away from the window-door of the adjoining hotel room. Michelle thinks it's a rape hall. I'm convinced it's a Lovecraftian chamber of unspeakable weirdness allowing access for an ancient and unnameable cult of Vikings and cheese curds.

--AP

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  1. That secret room is where they store the Lutefisk until Christmas eve. It’s stinky. It’s expensive. It’s a room best not explored without the proper breathing equipment.

  2. Wow, almost at landfall and I only caught on two days ago. Great retrospective read! The dueling humor, including comments, has been wonderfully enlightening (ZAP!)

  3. That’s scary. I would feel violated even if nothing happened. I hope you asked for another room.

  4. We thought about asking for a change, but felt it was the sort of Faustian bargain you strike when you sell your soul to Hotwire.com.


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