Comfort Inn <\/em>we’ve stayed at in the past, was worth the extra dosh. The manager we dealt with our entire stay was a bit of a character. Strikingly good looking, he came to the door shirtless and tattooed and was chatty enough. However every encounter with him would get us a comment or two regarding how “exciting” our life was because we were married and visiting in-laws for the weekend. He came off a bit bitter. Thank god he had his looks. <\/p>\n
\nOur room came with lay-about already installed!<\/p>\n
\nThe room had French doors opening onto a lovely courtyard. Trez jolie!<\/p>\n
\nLook straight up when you go outside and you see one of these crazy flying staircases that gave me quite the dizzy spell to get up to the roof top deck. But it was worth it.<\/p>\n
\nThe only imperfection with the room.<\/p>\n
And to top off our weekend, we experienced our third flat tire in a span of one year. You think I’d be use to the sluggish feeling of the car and the noise a tire shredding to bits on it’s rim makes, but no. We rode that tire for at least 5KM before deciding to stop to see what was drowning out our driving disco music. <\/p>\n
We were told by an Avis official that we could pay for a new tire and get reimbursed so we went to the nearest Wal-Mart in Brockville. My old home town. And now I am going to say something racially charged. Wal-Mart in Brockville at 11am on a Sunday is the biggest pile of steaming white trash I have ever encountered. Simcoe, Ontario is New York City in comparison. Fat toothless people wander it’s isles like zombies and look outsiders like us as if we’re a threat. I kept whispering to Sharkboy “I’m frooooom heeeere!” Sad.<\/p>\n
We got home after $150 later. Hopefully we can get that money back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We used up some of my Aeroplan miles this weekend to visit with my in-laws at St Jean sur Richelieu. While my knowledge of French is slightly greater than your average Fijian’s and Sharkboy’s parent’s English is slightly better than my French, we managed to communicate well enough: “Teaad! Beer?” “No, mare see!” I do […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[8,12],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s9WjY-montreal","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1395"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1395"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1395\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.deadrobot.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}