OK, so this weekend I am in South Florida and can I just say--Deerfield Beach is one of the most beautiful public beaches in the state. It is perfect. Not too busy, small town feel, LOTS of cute boyos and girlies...and a lifeguard tower with an ab master every block or so...oh and most importantly, not too many large bellied Canadian men in Speedos (Come on, you Canucks know this is the standard beach attire when the oldies retire to FL). Perfection, I am telling you.
The view from the walkway at the beach!
The show was alright, not huge money, but good solid money for the weekend...which is fine even though I was down from my best ever show last year here. Actually that show wasn't "here", it was at a local park on the other side of the intercoastal and I am not entirely sure I am glad they changed the location...except it made my friend so happy to see all the cute boys! And, as I mentioned the beach is PERFECT!My "employees"...the best salespeople ever!
Mom and Dad Cummings!!
SO, what's with crazy, truly f**ked up guys that probably are too drunk or drugged up to maintain ANY self control???? On Saturday night--actually early morning, I was woke up from a dead sleep by shouting, pounding on doors and general chaos from outside our door. Mind you, I was wearing earplugs...so you know it was loud to wake me up. My friend was also wearing earplugs and we both got that rude awakening. AND, we are three women in a room with a crazy person outside the door with who knows what weapons....and we aren't in a sleazy hotel...we are in a nice business class LaQuinta!!! I was missing all of our husbands...even the one who is getting the boot!!!
SO, I call the front desk and little Norman answers the call and tells me it has to be really wild for him to do anything. When I told them that we were wearing earplugs and still heard shit happening he finally understood we had a "situation" up on the third floor. He sent the security guard up and within a half hour things had settled back down and we were sleeping again.
UNTIL about 4:30am when the asshole returned. I missed the first part of the fracas, but, apparently my friend heard a girl screaming, moaning and by the time I woke up it sounded like one of the sober guys involved was trying to calm the freaky one down. I called the front desk again and Norman told us that he was alone now and there was nothing he could do!! Dumb ass...I told him he better be dialing the cops before I did or he was gonna be having real problems! So, the sober friend must have convinced crazy guy to leave, and about a half hour the cops pulled up, scouted everything out and they left about 15 minutes later when everything was calm.
It was quiet the rest of the night...but it is amazing what thoughts come out of your subconscious when you are scared, tired and have something crazy like this happen around you. I didn't sleep a wink the rest of the night...wondering when the crazy guy was going to return with a gun...or worse...more crazy friends to knock our door down and get us! I know, stupid, but, it really messed with our minds. The next morning my drama queen friend re-enacted the whole scene for the front desk crew and asked for a free room night. (We got it!).
SO, we are now home from the four hour trip to Orlando at 10pm. Unpacking the van will have to wait until morning, but, I did empty out my email box and pack up some orders to go out in the morning. We are heading to the Orlando Gift Show tomorrow for shop ideas and hopefully some good deals on displays.Road Picture: Sunset on the Turnpike!
Now, I am going to bed...hopefully the cat, the dog, me and hubby will sleep soundly.
:)
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