Men and women are different. We already know that, but a recent overnight in a Double Tree Hotel in Houston underlined the fact.
Do you count stars or dollars?
We’re more likely to count dollars. We stay in nice places, but we don’t need all the bells and whistles. This time, our traveling companions preferred the three-and-a-half star, $250/night-on-Expedia, Doubletree by Hilton, instead of the $58 Red Roof Inn next door. I appreciated the luxury, but hubby was expecting more than I did out of those extra stars.
Thanks for the cookie!
Check-in was a breeze and they gave us warm cookies. I was a happy camper. After we found our room, I began organizing our belongings and my honey pulled out his laptop. He’s a commodities investor, so a day away from the market is hard for him. I assumed his grumbling had to do with the price of pork-bellies, but then I heard him on the phone to the front desk. He couldn’t get on-line. I left him fighting the internet and went down to the pool to enjoy the gorgeous day.
Too Cool for a Dip
Texas has been chilly this spring and though the temp was in the low 80’s, it was one of the first warm days we’ve had. I wasn’t alone at the pool, but the pool wasn’t ready for us. I enjoyed the sun until hubby appeared, grumbling because the pool hadn’t been cleaned – not that hubby had his suit, mind you. He wandered off and the late afternoon began to chill, so I wasn’t far behind him.
Back in the Room
As I got ready to spend the evening with our friends, my husband turned on the TV. After a few moments, he was grumbling because he couldn’t find free programming. I gave it a shot, but couldn’t find the magic button either. I thought calling the front desk was a good idea, until I heard hubby on the phone. When I found out a maintenance man was on his way, I wanted to hide, so no one would figure out my connection to the guy who snarked all over the desk clerk.
My husband found a soul mate in the maintenance man. They commiserated with one another about how poorly run this hotel was. I was amazed. I’d been convinced of just the opposite. From the warm cookie to chic décor I was perfectly happy. The dichotomy continued through dinner and all the way to check out.
So if you’re wondering if you should book a night at the Doubletree Hilton next to Bush International in Houston, it all depends on who you ask.