All Things Photo.....and the "Wooo" Girls

Yesterday I wrote about our experience with the "wooo" girls in the lobby of our hotel. It turns out Kallie and the "wooo" girls stayed in the room next door to us and were up "wooo"-ing until about 4:00 a.m. Needless to say we didn't get alot of sleep. And when the alarm clock went off at 5:00 a.m. for us to get up and get ready for our 7:00 a.m. photo classes, we didn't make it. Unfortunately, we didn't make it to our 9:00 a.m. photo classes either. When we finally woke up we decided it was time for a hotel change, not only because of the "wooo" girls, but also because I couldn't get to sleep worrying about having to shower in the dirty bathtub.

After getting dressed, we immediately asked the parking attendant for our vehicle and drove to another hotel, checked in, returned to the previous hotel, checked out, grabbed our belongings and made a run for the border. We are now happy in a different hotel, which happens to be right across the street from the convention center where all things photo are being held. Once again, we are in the hotel lobby using the free wi-fi service (which we can use for more than an hour, I might add). While we are not listening to the "wooo" girls, we are listening to an entertaining story from one of the guys from the print lab I use. It involves strippers and alot of profanity. I wonder if I should find a different print lab for my printing services? I am praying they are NOT staying in the room next to us as there are only so many stripper stories one can hear during the course of an evening!

I'm just sayin',

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