So we decided to drive to a wedding in Illinois. (Yes, we hate to fly.) It turned out to be a fourteen hour trip one way...or should have been. On the way there, we passed a car burning alongside the road. Then we went a few miles further and came to a complete stop. There were about four cars, including us, in a stretch of semis that went further than the eye could see. We moved two miles in two hours. We finally got through that and decided to stop for the night. The hotel had one room left, unfortunately their computer wouldn't let them use it so we ended up in handicap. A small pillow and a standard bed. Do you remember them? Somewhere between a twin and a queen. They did manage to dig up another pillow. The shower was set up for handicap but the head couldn't be raised up or lowered, it hit me about shoulder level. When I tried to wash my hair I jammed my eye on the soap dish. After that, we didn't even stick around for the complimentary breakfast just headed on out of there.
So we make it to the wedding, which was very nice, chatted with the relatives for a few minutes, then hopped in the car and headed back since the HH had to work Monday. This time we took a different route home. On the way back, I-65 was closed at the bridge. We were rerouted,onto I-64 on an old rickety double deck bridge at midnight, full to the gills with cars. We had been in Mothman territory on the trip to and this was much more woo-woo. We stopped at one a.m. and our luck changed. We pulled into a popular chain in Shelbyville, KY. All they had left was a suite and we gladly took it. I'm middle-America. When I hear suite, I think of a larger hotel room with a couch in it:) This really was a suite. Separate bedroom that was huge, a sitting room and a Jacuzzi. Sweet:)
From that point, our trip home was uneventful.....