My cold was getting worse by the mile so CaDiva just drove and drove and drove. We reached Kickapoo and I had a pork Manhattan, CaDiva, ever so reasonably, had the small turkey Manhattan. I'm certain everything tasted wonderful. But frankly, I was feeling worse and worse as the day went on. I did my only driving from that point to Iowa. By which time I told CaDiva we needed to find a place to stay because I wasn't good for three more hours.
And guess what?
There were no rooms - well at least none from the quad-cities to the University of Iowa area. Truth be told we never checked for anything on the Illinois side of the river and there was no reason to keep looking after Coralville because we were almost home. I checked Hilton, Best Westerns, Marriott, and Super 8. No one had any rooms or recommendations.
Ok, lesson learned, we will not live on the fly again.
Well, you know we will.
But, I would appreciate it if any of you hear of us planning to do it again in the near, or even distant future, you would remind us it doesn't work as well as we thought it would. Maybe I need to add it to the girl trip rules.
I don't think I have much more in me today, so I'll have to catch you up on the rest later this weekend.
Just so you know, those little coughing capsules with no codeine don't work worth spit.
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