Define "frolicsome". And do you HAVE a back yard?
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I was imagining shared bathrooms, down the hall.
I've stayed in some cheap-ass motels on family vacations, and aside from actual youth hostels or B&Bs I've never run into that.
I have travel anxiety, what can I say. I often imagine the worst. However, once I'm on a plane, I'm fine.
Define "frolicsome".
Chock full of hoot, little bit of nanny.
And do you HAVE a back yard?
We do!
And the Carl also has a tiny side yard, good for sipping morning coffee while watching the commuters sadly waiting for the N Judah to whisk them into the Hellmouth tunnel to downtown, and adorned with a tiny sandstone fountain decorated with a tiny sandstone girl holding an umbrella, with a naked cherub huddling under it with her. I've often cozened Matilda into cheering up after the walk uphill by saying, "Let's go past the hotel and look at the little boy's naked butt!"
(Not for any pervy reason. She's five. She just thinks a statue with a naked butt is incredibly hilarious.)
She just thinks a statue with a naked butt is incredibly hilarious.
She's not wrong.
I've stayed in some cheap-ass motels on family vacations, and aside from actual youth hostels or B&Bs I've never run into that.
I stayed in a place in Madrid that was like this--it was (granted, 15 years ago) about $13 a night. But you got your own room, and the room had a sink. You just had to go down the hall to shower or use the bathroom. It wasn't bad. Especially on a college student budget, for the price. (I dislike hostels, because I don't want to worry about people stealing my things while I sleep or having to put them in a locker all day, etc)
I looked at a place in SF like what meara describes. I decided no thank you.
One of the fun things in DC is the temperance monument. It used to have a functioning water fountain, as in drinking water, to encourage people to drink water rather than booze. The monument's still there, but the water's turned off.
I think I've also mentioned the monument to the inventor of the screw propeller - a big, gilded, propeller on a stone base.
Matilda, this morning, as we passed the Carl:
This would be a perfect house to live in. If we lived here, I would spank that boy's butt every time I went to the backyard. (pointing gleefully at the cherub) You naughty boy!
I guess we'd better get her a cherub sculpture to spank call her own.