It is odd to make a spur of the moment decision to go to San Francisco for the night on the way home from Redding instead of Sacramento, but I had my reasons. I arrived at about the odd hour of 10:00 p.m. with no reservations. This is what I got – a room with a very odd view.
It had a bit of an odd bathroom to go with it. 🙂
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37 responses to “An Odd San Francisco Hotel Room”
Wow! Where did you stay? I hope you didn’t pay much for this.
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I think I paid around $225. Last minute San Francisco is not a good idea. I’m trying to forget where it was! 🙂 🙂
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Oh dear, you were taken to the cleaners. Maybe try AirBnB next time?
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Thanks for the tip! Good to know.
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I’d offer up our place, but we have a loft and a 10-yr-old boy. Sleeping can be a challenge.
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Fortunately for my pocketbook and your 10-year-old sleeping boy, I don’t go to SF very often. 🙂 Thanks for the kind offer, though!
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Sheesh! It is like you stepped into a nightmare sequence from the film “Eraserhead” and you are the fellow with the big hair and all these odd and bizarre and rather creepy things are swirling all around you…ooo or a dream sequence from an Ingmar Bergman film…even MORE sinister!
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Identical!
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Fortunately, there wasn’t anything sinister going on, but it would be a good place for that to happen! Imagination overload!
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No ticking clocks with no hands? Oh what am I thinking of…everything is all digital now…even the creepiest places…BLEH. Must go now, as the cat is caterwauling in the most painfully sharp and lugubrious tone, as if Death has just swaggered in and forced her to play a game of chess for her life. Ta ta.
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Pet her for me. 🙂
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I think you would like her. Her name is Kathleen-A-Blue and she is the cat-version of a Smiling Toad. She wears a smashing tuxedo with a white map of North and South America on her chest. She, too, is known for falling.
I pet her and she chirped sardonically and winked.
Cheers!
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A cat that falls???? That’s unusual. 🙂
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Oooooh yes. She saw me fall all the time as a wee kitten, and sadly the poor copy-cat was imprinted for life… One time she fell quite a distance, but thankfully, was unscathed. I told her not to climb that blasted ladder…but as soon as I turned my back, she was all the way up it in a second. She had seen me climb it first, and being the copy-cat and my number one fan, she had to copy me and see what was so exciting up there. There was a dinky pool heating cover suspended between two beams that I had just positioned there. She looked down at me, cheerfully debating. I noticed the little cat there and bugled, “OH NO…KATE DON’T YOU DO IT!” She chirped happily and stepped onto the flimsy cover. It crackled slightly, which seemed to make her happy, so she proceeded fully atop it. And down she came! The whole thing went tumbling, and cat slid free and plopped right into the recyclable bin beside me. She gawped up at me, hopped out and chortled at me again, shaking her head at me in typical teasing Katey Blue manner….good golly! I am sure I’ve told you this story before 😉 CHEERS
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I don’t think I’ve heard this one, and even if I had, my lovely readers surely haven’t read every comment, so it’s a treat for them, too! 🙂
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😀
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She actually does not fall as much as the new kitten, though. He falls constantly when he plays. He doesn’t notice his surroundings at all!
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New kitties are somewhat like new birdies and human babies. 🙂 Falling R Babies! 🙂
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Well, he IS almost 2 now…
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Did I write THUGS on thorns? I meant slugs of course, slugs on thorns!
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I am laughing out loud at your Freudian error. You must have though I was in grave danger in that cave! 🙂
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HAR HAR I think I need many more gallons of LW good golly…
SO happy you are safe and found yourself unscathed after being around all those terrible thugs with thorns and larks all over the place…lurking outside the window and crawling through that…not-extremely attractive wall pattern in the bathroom there…
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I had some lovely lime water you could have had from the tub. It would have pleased your toady self, but not your regular self. Actually it looked more like tea water, or Florida sulfur water. I think I need some LW, too. 🙂
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Oh my goodness….how very, very fitting, I suppose! This story just continues to degenerate with every detail!
Time for some nice CLEAR clean refreshing lime water to drown the memories away…
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SOOOOO many photos to take 😉 An adventure indeed. And it seems I am writing a new comment suddenly…hum!
I really cannot get over that view…that really is odd. Rather creepy, really.
Glad you survived this perhaps hazardous and deleterious place of slumber and rejuvenation.
And in the smiling jubilant morn, you made a happy escape, rising with thugs on thorns and larks and things.
Best regards,
Autumn Jade
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I arose the next morning, had breakfast, and decided I didn’t want to research any bookstores in SF afterall. So I asked for my car. Two hours later I had it and left! That was odd! 🙂
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Two hours?! What were they doing with your car?!
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I wondered that myself as I sat and watched everyone else leave with their cars. They told me they had gotten tied up in traffic. I was not a very happy person that day. 😦
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They really WERE thugs…riding around in your car for joy-rides and jollies and drug-runs and who knows what else! Doesn’t sound like my Freudian slip was much of a slip after-all! Disturbing. Happy you got out of there lassie!
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Me too. 🙂
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I LOVED these odd-ball visions! I should like to see them very much!
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Well, San Francisco is an odd town, right?
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I almost said that, but not quite! It has its characters. 🙂 I don’t know anywhere else that a person can run a marathon in the nude except for shoes. 🙂 I think that’s a little odd, but I have a friend who took pictures to prove it happened. 😐
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I worked in SF for a year, but lived in Santa Cruz. One of my co-workers told me of a weekend parade that included a man wearing chaps, a cowboy hat and nothing else. Perhaps a little too eclectic for my tastes, but that’s what makes it a unique place, right?
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I’m afraid that I wasn’t sorry to miss either the parade or the marathon. 🙂
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Thanks so much for playing along. Yikes that room doesn’t look like it was fun. 🙂
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It wasn’t. The water came out brown!
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