My boys were excited.
The temperature in rental car was 107! That is hot. I wish you knew how many people said "It's a dry heat, though." Yes, it is a dry heat and it was bearable, but 107 is 107.
Well, we were pleasantly surprised when they told us they were going to upgrade us to the Presidential Suite. Didn't ask - they just offered. It sure pays to be a frequent flyer member at hotels!
Of course, we are the Clampetts at heart, so we only said "Presidential Suite" 2,456 times over the weekend.
We said Presidential Suite about 60 times during lunch alone. You can take the rednecks out of Alabama, but you can't take the redneck out of us! Here is a picture of Harry and the President. At least that is what he called himself the whole weekend.
Master bedroom with a big ol' flat screen tv, a balcony....why are the boys in my bed when they have a couch, lounge chairs and all kinds of seating in the other room with a similar tv? I couldn't figure out which one should be Jethro?
We checked the whole place out and then played a family game of Uno followed by a spectacular game of hide and seek.
This was the "Family Pool" when we went over for a quick little night swim. Within 10 minutes of taking this picture this place got packed and crazy. There were tattooed, hairy, loud, drinking, smoking, hollering folks coming out of the woodwork. There was a naked little boy with his little bit tipsy momma, there was a family that was swimming in their regular street clothes, there was the biker dude who made his own flip flop slide shoes out of his converse. Looked like he cut them with scissors or something. There was some talk that a few of the fellas might jump off a balcony and try to hit the pool. It was wild.
The Clampetts felt right at home among our people.
We eventually realized we were starving and headed back to the Presidential Suite.
We dried off and headed out to find a restaurant. We ended up at Buffalo Wild Wings and had a yummy dinner.
When we left the restaurant we walked out into the parking lot and were assaulted by a dust storm. Did you see that unbelievable Haboob (yes, that is the real name for it!) that hit Phoenix last week. Well, I don't think this was on that scale, but it was still hard to see and you could feel the dirt hitting your face. It was weird.
We couldn't get wait to get back to the Presidential Suite.
Hit the sack and slept like a rock!