With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot

Sunday morning I got up to the slight but real fear my car had been towed. When we left the convention and its overstuffed parking lot the night before we found somehow no parking spaces at all in our, overflow, hotel's lot. I rejected the idea of driving back to the convention hotel --- which did have some empty spaces when we drove out --- and walking to our place. But then where to park?

Well, there's the other lot. It's where I did park, after some pondering whether that was legal. It wasn't connected directly to the hotel; it was just off of the service road leading to the hotel and to the Buffalo Wild Wings across the street. Also the McDonald's up closer to the front of the street. The lot didn't have any business attached to it, or any sign it ever had. It was across the small service street from the Buffalo Wild Wings, but it was also separated by grassy areas, with no sidewalks or pavement, from the hotel. It didn't have any signs saying whose lot it was, or warning anyone not to park there. But it also didn't have a single other car in there, which would have been some reassurance that the place wasn't forbidden.

But I figured I had nowhere else to park, and if there were objections someone would post a sign. I figured most likely nobody would care, and if someone did, the only thing that would really be a bother was if the car were towed, and the staff at Buffalo Wild Wings isn't paid enough to get a car that's in their lot at 9 am on a Sunday towed. I was correct, if this was Buffalo Wild Wings's lot. But nobody else had joined me in daring to park in the big empty lot just a little away from the full-up hotel parking lot, this even though when we parked the car at 2:40 am there was at least one other lonely car orbiting the hotel parking lot, hoping someone was ducking out at quarter to three in the morning.

So I moved my car into the hotel's lot, and to a spot near the door on our side for easier packing. Then went with bunnyhugger to the hotel breakfast, picking up a couple bagels and a huge load of scrambled eggs for the sandwich hack I've learned. She isn't into bagels-with-eggs, but the breakfast service was out of cream cheese so she didn't have a good breakfast to snag. We brought it back to our room to eat, shower, and pack. I showered; bunnyhugger, annoyed Saturday morning that the water was tepid, had showered before bed so she could get a nice hot shower. Sunday's was warmer water than Saturday's had been, but it wasn't hot like our shower at home is hot.

As we burst out of the hotel with our last load of stuff we just missed hitting a smoking woman beside the door. She was friendly, though, and confirmed that we were with the furry convention. She'd heard about the bomb threat that ruined Friday's afternoon and agreed there's just something wrong with people who pull that kind of stunt. It made for a nice little extra encounter before we drove back to the convention hotel for the last day of things. We found parking there.

Trivia: In November 1920 Charlotte Woodward cast her first vote for President of the United States. She had, as a teenage girl, signed the Seneca Falls Declaration of 1848. Source: America's Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines, Gail Collins. The National Park Service says the 91-or-92-year-old Woodward was too ill to vote on Election Day, 1920, and there's no record that she was able to vote before her death.

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