Friday

The trip to San Antonio was uneventful as far as the getting to Sacramento, getting on the plane, landing in San Antonio and getting to the hotel that I had reserved. Hubby texted me to ask if I had arrived and then called me and we made arrangements for the next day. The very first hitch turned out to be that the person I had made the credit-card-ensured-reservation was an idiot, she did not enter my phone number or the credit card so that they would hold it since I was arriving on a late flight, therefore, when the hotel started filling up they gave mine away…needless to say I was pretty pissed, yelled at the poor guy running the hotel that night and then called a taxi to take me to the next hotel down the road. It then occurred to me that if the low(ish) rent hotel I had made reservations at was full the nicer ones like Days Inn and others would probably be full too. I borrowed a phone book from the afore mentioned hotel clerk after apologizing for my yelling since he was not the idiot who made my reservation. I started calling hotels, eight hotels later my taxi arrives, there are so far no open hotels and I am virtually in tears since there are no openings so far. In all, with the help of my cabbie to find ones that are relatively close, I called seventeen hotels finally finding one on the other side of the base. They charged me $75 per night for a hotel room that had dirty sheets, mold in the shower and very dirty walls, but I was happy to find a room.