Escape to Paradise: St. George's Days Inn Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups. This is gonna be a messy, honest, and probably slightly rambly review. I’m talking full-on emotional rollercoaster, complete with the screaming fits and the giddy giggles. Let’s dive headfirst into this hotel experience, shall we? And for the love of all that is holy, let's hope the Wi-Fi holds up.
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Okay, Now For the Real Deal… My Brain's Gonna Explode
Right, so, where do even I start? This whole… thing? Let’s just claw our way through it, shall we?
Accessibility: My Wheelchair's BFF (Hopefully)
First things first: accessibility. This is HUGE for me. I’ve been burned before. You got a ramp? Great! But is the door wide enough for a wheelchair and, you know, an actual human? (Looking at you, Hotel X, from last year!) I am seriously hoping the hotel is good on this.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Did they get this right? I need to know. If they’ve ticked this box, it's a huge win. If not, well, prepare for some serious side-eye from me. I want to be able to roll around with some sense of freedom.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: What exactly does this entail? Accessible rooms are the bare minimum. Do they have grab bars in the bathroom? Accessible elevators? How about the pool area? (More on that later, I’m practically salivating.)
- Elevator: Okay, this is critical. No good having a beautiful room on the 10th floor if I can't get there.
- Exterior corridors: Let's hope it's not a maze.
- Bathroom phone: This is good to have in case of emergency.
- Visual alarm: Necessary for safety.
On-site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: Essential. I need a place to kick back and grab a bite without needing to navigate a minefield of steps and narrow spaces.
Internet, Oh Internet, How I Love Thee
- Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms! Hallelujah! This is the basic requirement for me. I will lose it if I have to pay extra for internet access.
- Internet Access: Do they offer LAN? Useful if you're old school.
- Internet Services: Anything special? Streaming services? The ability to order room service online?
- Wi-Fi in Public Areas: Necessary for those Instagram moments. Also, good to know if the signal craps out in my room.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Day or Bust
- Spa/Sauna: This is where the magic happens. I'm a sucker for a good spa day. The thought of a massage already has me melting.
- Body Scrub/Wrap: Ooh, fancy. I'm willing to be persuaded.
- Fitness Center/Gym: Need to work off the cocktails and buffet breakfasts. (Priorities, people.)
- Foot Bath: Sounds relaxing.
- Pool with View: Definitely a selling point. Bonus points if it's an infinity pool. I want to feel like I'm chilling on the edge of the world.
- Swimming Pool/Outdoor: Essential. But it better be a good one.
Cleanliness and Safety: Pandemic Vibes
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Good! I want to feel safe.
- Cashless payment service: Always a win.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Reassuring.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere? Pls?
- Hygiene certification: Very important.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Needed.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: I need space, man.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: That's what I like to hear.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I am guessing this is the choice of opting out.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Good to know.
- Safe dining setup: I want a safe dining setup.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Essential.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Please make this a thing.
- Sterilizing equipment: It's good to know.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Feed Me!
- Restaurants: I NEED to know about the restaurants. Variety is the spice of life.
- A la carte: Fine dining is always welcome.
- Asian/International/Western Cuisine: I want options! I'm talking culinary adventures.
- Bar: I'm in. Happy hour, here I come.
- Breakfast [buffet / buffet in restaurant]: I love a good buffet. Endless options, yes please!
- Coffee/Tea in Restaurant/Coffee Shop: Gotta have my caffeine fix.
- Room Service [24-hour]: This is for those late-night cravings.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- Concierge: Need this! I need someone to handle all my requests and tell me where to go.
- Daily housekeeping: Thank you, people. It's nice to know they clean every day.
- Laundry/Dry Cleaning/Ironing Service: Essential.
- Luggage storage: Important.
For the Kids: (If I Have Kids, Which I Don't…Yet…But Maybe Someday)
- Babysitting: If I ever actually have kids, this will be a lifesaver.
- Family/Child Friendly: Do they have stuff for the little tykes?
Available in All Rooms: Creature Comforts
- Air Conditioning: Must-have.
- Alarm Clock: Useful to wake up.
- Bathtub/Separate Shower/Bathtub: I love a good bathtub.
- Blackout Curtains: Necessary.
- Coffee/Tea Maker: Essential.
- Free Bottled Water: That's nice.
- Hair Dryer: Essential.
- In-room Safe Box: Always a plus.
- Mini Bar: I'm in a mini bar mood.
- Satellite/Cable Channels: I watch these.
- Wake-up Service: Useful.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Obviously.
- Window That Opens: I like fresh air.
Getting Around: The Easy Way
- Airport Transfer: Convenient if they have.
- Car Park [free of charge/on-site/valet parking]: Always welcome.
- Taxi Service: Good in case of emergency.
Now, Let's Get To The Real Stuff (If I Get A Chance To Stay)
Okay, confession time. This is all theoretical right now. I haven't actually been to this hotel. But, this is what I'm HOPING for. Because my perfect hotel stay is this:
- The Check-In: Smooth. Fast. The staff is smiling, and everything is ready to go. No endless forms or awkward silences.
- The Room: Clean, spacious, with a view. Is that too much to ask? Seriously, a view! I also want a good, comfy bed. A luxurious bathroom with a deep soaking tub. Maybe even one of those fancy rain showers. Blackout curtains so I can sleep until noon. And the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. Just… right.
- The Spa: This is where I’m most excited. A Swedish massage. A body wrap. Time to fully zen out.
- The Pool: Preferably an infinity pool. I want to feel like I'm swimming into the sunset.
- The Food: Delicious food. A wide variety. Something, anything, vegetarian is available. I don't want to be a burden to the staff.
- The Internet: Reliable and fast. I don’t want to spend the entire stay fighting with the Wi-Fi.
- The Service: Staff that are friendly, helpful, and genuine. I don't want to feel like a burden.
- The Wheelchair Access: This could be a nightmare, but it really shouldn't be.
The Imperfections I'm Prepared For (Because Let's Be Real)
Of course, I'm also
Istanbul's ACTUEL LIFE HOTEL: Luxury You Won't Believe!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. This ain't your sanitized travel brochure. This is the raw, unfiltered chaos of my potential stay at the Days Inn in St. George, South Carolina. Prepare for a bumpy ride.
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Motel Carpets
1:00 PM: Touchdown. Well, technically, I'm supposed to arrive at the Days Inn around then. Knowing me, I'll get lost. Probably miss my exit. Maybe drive to North Carolina by accident. You know, the usual. My brain is already running a low-grade panic loop thinking about the carpet. You know the carpet, the one at every motel. The one that’s seen things. The one that whispers stories of spilled soda and questionable decisions. I'm already picturing the questionable stains… and the faint smell of… something. Wish me luck.
2:00 PM (ish): Check-in. Found the place! (miracle!) The lobby smells like a weird mix of industrial cleaner and stale coffee. The front desk person is probably a college student, or perpetually worn out, it's difficult to tell these days. Hopefully, they're friendly. Because I'll be a disaster. Need a smile. Big one.
2:30 PM: Room Assessment. Okay, breathe. First impressions: The door looks secure. The air conditioner might work. The window probably opens. The carpet… yeah, the carpet’s seen some things. I’m thinking about buying those plastic shoe covers. I’m also considering bringing my own disinfectant wipes. And a hazmat suit. I’m being dramatic, of course. But I’m also not.
3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Unpack, nap, and the Great Remote Control Hunt. My mission? Locate the remote. It's always a challenge. They're masters of disappearing acts. And THEN… the nap. I need it after the long drive. It makes me feel better about life, even with potential motel-carpet induced dread.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM Food! Finding the closest, best, and most satisfying food is important. I'll get so hangry, I will start saying weird things!
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: "Entertainment" This is where it gets dicey. Will the TV actually work? Will there be a decent selection of channels, or will I be forced to watch infomercials about miracle mops? I might try to read a book, but let's be honest, I'm probably going to end up staring at the ceiling, contemplating the meaning of life. Or, you know, actually watching the miracle mop infomercial.
**9:00 PM: ** Bedtime routine. This is when the emotional roller coaster ends and the real show begins.
Day 2: The Road Trip (and the Quest for Good Pancakes)
7:00 AM: Wake up. Hopefully, the sleep was decent, and I didn't get any carpet-related nightmares. Shower, because that's an important step.
8:00 AM: Breakfast! This could be a disaster or a delight, depending on the Days Inn's free breakfast situation. Will they have waffles? Or, god forbid, just dry cereal and questionable fruit. My mood hinges on the pancake situation. A good pancake can solve almost anything. A bad pancake? Well, then we riot.
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Road Trip - or at least the "drive around" part of the road trip. The goal is to explore the local attractions. It's a beautiful area. Who knows, maybe I'll find a hidden gem, a quirky roadside attraction, or a local diner that serves pancakes of legendary status.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch. After all that driving and adventure, its time for a good lunch. I will look for the best place to eat.
1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Pool time (if there is a pool… which I pray there is, and that it’s not filled with, you know, the… carpet-water). Even if I don't swim, I will enjoy relaxing.
4:00 PM to 5:00 PM: Back to the room. Taking a time for some downtime.
6:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner and local exploration. Try a local restaurant. Again, pancake scouting is a priority. I'll check out the local shops. I might even buy something I don't need. Because why not?
9:00 PM: Bed. Another night, another chance for carpet-related anxiety dream.
Day 3: Departure and Existential Reflections (and the Aftermath of a Motel Stay)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up, possibly with a stiff neck or a lingering sense of unease.
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast (again, fingers crossed for pancakes).
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Try not to touch the carpet on the way out. Especially in the middle of the night, it gets kind of gross.
- 9:30 AM - 10:30 AM: Reflections. Driving away, I'll ponder the philosophical implications of the Days Inn experience. The meaning of life? The mysteries of the carpet? The enduring power of the perfect pancake? All worthy questions.
- 11:00 AM: Head home. Make a stop at a gas station and grab a coffee. Because, you know, the road ahead.
- 12:00 PM: Arrive Home. Thinking about the next vacation. Until next time, I hope the carpet will be a little less… carpet-y.
So, what exactly *IS* this whole thing about? What are we even *doing* here?
Okay, alright, deep breaths. Honestly? I was gonna try and be all organized and put together. You know, the "I have all the answers" type. But life, like a rogue toddler with a glitter bomb, has other plans. So, instead of a perfectly polished FAQ, you're getting *this*. A chaotic, opinionated, maybe-slightly-unhinged ramble through... well, anything that pops into my head. Think of it as a digital campfire where we can all roast marshmallows (or, you know, our anxieties) together.
Okay, but *specifically* what's on the agenda? Are we talking about cats? World domination? The existential dread of mismatched socks?
All of the above! (Probably not world domination, though I do have a cat named Mr. Bigglesworth who *might* be plotting...) Today, we're leaning into a smattering of everything! Expect to hear about:
- The ridiculousness of online dating (trust me, I have STORIES).
- My ongoing quest to perfect the art of making a decent cup of coffee. (Spoiler: it's a struggle).
- The glorious, messy, beautiful chaos that is being a human bean.
- Why pineapple on pizza is a culinary crime – fight me.
What if I disagree with you? Can I argue? Please?
Absolutely! In fact, I *encourage* it. I crave a healthy dose of disagreement. Tell me I'm wrong! Tell me I'm a fool! Just… be polite-ish. (I have a low tolerance for internet trolls, you know?) Honestly, a good debate is like a mental workout. So, yeah, fire away. I'm probably wrong about half the things I say, anyway. The other half? Well, those are just facts. ;)
You said something about online dating... spill. Please. We're here for the drama.
Okay, fine. You twisted my arm. Let me tell you about "Chad." (Names have been changed to protect the… well, himself. He needs all the protection he can get, tbh) Chad, bless his heart, presented as a charming, outdoorsy type with a *very* active Instagram feed full of scenic vistas and strategically filtered selfies. We matched. We chatted. We agreed to meet for coffee.
The first red flag? The incessant, "I'm *so* busy, but I'm making time for you." (Translation: I'm juggling a few other options, but you're in the running, maybe.) Whatever, I thought. We all get busy.
The second? He arrived an hour late. Traffic, he said. The coffee? Bitter and lukewarm. The conversation? A monologue about his yacht club membership and how he *just* missed out on buying a vintage Aston Martin. Honestly… I swear I considered faking a sudden illness and escaping through the nearest window.
But here's the truly tragic part. The *entire* encounter felt… hollow. Like a carefully curated performance. He asked me about my *job*. He asked me about my *hobbies* (which, by the way, do *not* include yachting or vintage car collecting). Zero genuine questions. Zero actual investment in getting to know… me.
The grand finale? At the end, he smiled, handed me his business card (because of *course* he had one) and said, "It was lovely! Let's do it again sometime." And then... crickets. I never heard from Chad again.
The moral of the story? Online dating? It's a freaking circus. And honestly, sometimes, it's a *hilarious* circus. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Okay, maybe I would. For a good book and a hot cup of coffee.
So, you're saying you're not perfect? Shocking. But also, relatable. What are your biggest flaws? Give us the dirt.
Oh, honey, where to even *begin*? Let's see… I'm a chronic overthinker, prone to spiraling into existential crises at 3 AM. My organization skills are… let's just say "improving". I leave dirty dishes in the sink longer than is strictly necessary. I am, without a doubt, a master procrastinator. And, I have a tendency to yell at the TV during political debates. (Hey, it's therapeutic!)
Also, I have a serious weakness for chocolate. Like, the kind of weakness that involves hiding the evidence from myself. And sometimes, just sometimes? I'll order a pizza for one and eat the whole thing. No regrets. Okay, maybe a few. But mostly, no regrets.
The point is, I'm perfectly imperfect. And honestly? That's the only way to be. Anybody who claims they're perfect is probably lying. Or, even worse, they are a Chad.
What's the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you? Spill the beans.
Okay, this one… this one involved a pigeon, a balcony, and a very strong breeze. I was living in an apartment with a tiny balcony. One day, I was innocently enjoying my morning coffee, reveling in the sunshine, when a pigeon decided to make a dramatic entrance. This wasn't a gentle landing. Oh no. This was a full-on kamikaze dive. This pigeon basically *smashed* into my balcony door.
For a split second, I was frozen. Then, the pigeon, stunned but apparently unharmed, landed directly on my head. I swear, I could feel its little feathery talons sinking into my hair.
The wind *picked up* at that moment. Like, a full-blown gale. And the pigeon? Well, the pigeon, decided it wanted to go on a little flight, *from my head*. One second I'm enjoying my coffee, the next I'm being used as a launchpad.
Picture this: me, standing on my balcony, wind whipping my hair, with a dazed pigeon desperately trying to take flight from my head. It was the most ridiculous thing I have ever experienced! I started to laugh. I laughed so hard I almost fell over. Finally, the pigeon managed to take off, leaving behind a single, solitary feather.
I kept that feather for *years*. A reminder that life is weird. And that sometimes, you just have to laugh.
