Dee swears she saw a dead guy.

San Antonio. What a fantastic town. Let me tell you our story...


Our plane ride(s) were great. Nothing abnormal.

11:30pm
We got to the airport baggage claim and we called our director, Sher, because she was supposed to pick us up from the airport but she was having issues getting into her hotel room because they gave it away. So, we found a yellow pages and found our hotel's number. I called them and the long of the short of it is is they didn't have our reservation. Not good. But, she told me a few more numbers of other of the same Rodeway Inns. So, Meagan called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one. No luck. So, Deidra called one. No luck. So, Sherida called one that the one that Deidra called gave us the number to. Finally, we still had our reservation.

Our next step was to find a cab to get to our hotel. San Antonio is a lovely place in the daytime. Unfortunately, we arrived at 11:30pm and got our cab around 12:00 (after the whole hotel fiasco). The cab driver didn't speak much English, and I asked him if he knew where the Rodeway Inn Sam Houston was and I thought I heard him say yes.

"Luggage!"

So we all handed him our luggage and then we all got in the van.

"Address!"

"Rodeway Inn, Sam Houston", I replied. Apparently, he didn't hear me the first time.

"Eh, address?"

So, Sherida called the hotel again and of course no one answered. Mind you, we're in the cab driving around the airport and he begins to veer onto Some Rd. Sherida continued to try to reconnect with the hotel but there was still no answer.

"Address!!"

"We're calling the hotel right now. Hang on.", I replied back.

Finally, Sherida got through to them and we gave him the address, which I will remember for the rest of my life. Yay. We were finally on our way to our hotel.

12:20am
As we drove down Austin Hwy, we saw a bunch of cop cars and road flares outlining an area and cops redirecting the little traffic that was on the road. I didn't want to take a close look because it looked sketchy and I was scared I would see something that I didn't want to see. Dee looked and she swears she saw something covered with a blanket on the curb, exactly what I didn't want to see. The cab driver turned where the police man directed him and then began to scratch his head.

"Eh, I dunno."

We drove through a Wendy's.

"Eh, I dunno."

We sat in a Wal-Mart parking lot for a few minutes.

"Eh, eh...", as he scratched his head and threw his hand in the air.

Then we drove to a sketchy looking Lowes and sat in that parking lot for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Dee, Sherida and I were trying not to burst out laughing, while Meagan thought we were all going to die. Don't ask why we thought it was funny. It just was, and we were tired. He finally figured out were he should go and he went, fast. We got back to Austin Hwy and we finally saw our hotel, two blocks down from where the crime scene was.

12:40am
We pull into the hotel and I hand him a credit card. If you ever have to take a taxi, pay in cash. This was perhaps the slowest credit card machine in the history of credit card machines. Meanwhile, we were locked inside the taxi, silent, scared, and a little tickled about the whole situation. Finally the card went through, I didn't leave a tip, and we got our luggage and we ran away from him as quickly as we could without looking like we were running away from him as quickly as we could.

12:47am
The hotel had a night window. This did not make our night any more pleasant. We got our key and ran got in our room. Without turning on any lights, Dee started locking the door. It had three locks; a deadbolt, a chainlock and one of those latchy hotel locks. And, Meagan started dragging a chair over to the door, but we didn't keep it there because it wasn't tall enough. We couldn't have been happier to be in the room. The inside was very nice compared to the outside, though it did remind me of the sketchy hotel room that Mulder and Scully stayed in on The X-Files. We went to bed pretty early that night. I think it was around 1:30am. And, Dee had a dream about a guy coming in our room. But not a mean one. Or dead one.