I guess it's all part of the fun. Bidding on a room, waiting anxiously to see if they'll accept your "low ball" bid, rejoicing in the fact that you found a room for less than fifty bucks. Then...you find out where you're staying. (I bid for a 3 star upscale room in Vegas for next week. We're stopping over for the night to break up our drive to Salt Lake.)
So...where are we privilaged to stay? Hooters Casino Hotel. Yes my friends, you read that correctly. Priceline is tricky...they make you pay for the room before they tell you where it is, so, we're stuck. I contacted the hotel to make sure they didn't have "Hooter Girls" running the front desk, and they informed me that "the girls" only worked in the casino and restaurant. Nice. Well, I guess I'll be throwing a towel over The Bear's (and Dave's) head as we dash through the casino to our room.
Can you even believe it? (When I found out, I laughed so hard, I cried. I called Dave to tell him and was laughing so hysterically that he couldn't understand me. I had to spell it...H O O T E R S!
What an adventure!