After a long day of driving, shopping and eating it was time to head to the hotel. We stopped at the casiro on the way, Tammi picked up some Sothern Comfort and cream soda, and I grabbed a pint of Black Velvet and we headed north to Sequim. (Pronounced squim)
We thought our reservations were for the Holiday Inn, which is one of the newest hotels in town, and it’s beautiful. We pulled in and the lady rolled her eyes, and said our hotel was the Holiday Suites, she said “did you come through town?” yea we did “do you remember seeing the giant painting of The Last Supper? Your hotel is on the hill behind that.” We lugged our bags back to the car and drove about a quarter mile to our hotel. It was clean enough but way too expensive for what it was.
We had planned to sit in the hot tub (aka the steaming pool of stranger sweat) we went next door to grab some chips and salsa to bring back to the room, but when we got back at 7 it was closed, even though the sign said 9 p.m. the crack head that worked the front desk, and probably lived there must have gotten tired of listening to people have fun, she wouldn’t open it back up.
Since we couldn’t sit in the hot tub, we retired to the room for some drinks and iPad time.

I don’t know if the hotel used to be a Ramada, or if they got a great deal on Ramada stuff, because the tray that held the coffee pot, and the shower curtain both said Ramada, which seemed a little strange.

![]() |
I have that same top, Tammi got it for Steve and I when we got married, It has matching boxer briefs |

I don’t know if the hotel used to be a Ramada, or if they got a great deal on Ramada stuff, because the tray that held the coffee pot, and the shower curtain both said Ramada, which seemed a little strange.

In the morning we held hands with the Lord, and felt some disciple ass, and took off for the Game Farm.