Do you charge by the hour?

And you thought I forgot to finish the last Charlotte trip saga? Oh no, just behind on work. Ugh.

So, I’m driving around and amazingly find the hotel without too much trouble (remember, this is all relative). So I go in and check in. Old school, paper-based system. Lots of forms, tedious. But no worries, I’m on time and going to go play disc golf anyway.

No worries that is, until she comes back from the side office with a bottle of wine.

WTF?

And now she tells me about the switch box for the 24/7 porn channel and that the porn and wine come with the room. Stumbling out of the office in confusion I finally look at the hotel sign: "Romantic Rooms". Oh boy.

Well, if a pink-painted rathole is your idea of romantic, then have I got a deal for you. A half broken AC unit, which I crank all the way, some of the knobs are missing, and it’s not doing a great job. The shower is a tub/shower/Jacuzzi mix that looks like some Dr Frankenstein designed. I was literally scared to get in it.

Assuming this was all a bad dream, I got ready and went in to work. Why I don’t know. Because as soon as I get there, my host comes out and says, "funny thing…" Meeting had been pushed back 4hrs but I wasn’t notified. So we go grab lunch and he gives me the review while I eat. No problem really. After that, I’m off to more disc golf.

But now I want to get in as many courses as I can before dark. I start by going to Veteran’s Park. Amazingly I find the park. But I can’t find the course itself. Only I could manage to not find an entire golf course, but so it was. From there I was going to go to Kilbourne (which I had been to a few years ago), but I was warned to stay away from there by some of the Veteran’s Park visitors. Far enough. Now I’m off to Cordelia.

I drove by it, managed to miss a few turns, but eventually got there. That was just the beginning. A clean park, with new baskets and hole signs, this course had no tees or ‘Next Tee’ signs. To make navigation more challenging the course went up and down the sides of some seriously steep hills (not the tallest in the world, just really sharp inclines). As I spend more time after each hole trying to find the next, I start to jog. Which was a bad idea, given all the hills. The holes themselves were short and open for the most part, but still fun. Not being able to see the hole from the tee on most of them due to elevation changes, I guess wrong a lot. Oh well, next time I’ll know.

Finishing up starting to sweat, I get directions to Renaissance from someone.

Next up: Please don’t throw me in that briar patch!