but then i started thinking about how much of a pain in the ass it is to find parking that isn't a country mile away. and the fact that we needed to be there at 9AM sharp, hair and makeup in place, full uniform on and ready to go. so i decided that it wouldn't hurt to browse the hilton website, just to see what i might find...you know, just for shits and giggles. and whaddaya know...lots of rooms were still available, and at a really decent price to boot. so i shot the hub a text to make sure he didn't mind us staying down there for the night and i booked it.
as soon as practice was over on friday evening we hopped into the car and made our way down through traffic to anaheim. it'd been a long day and we were both pretty tired and hungry, but i remembered that the hilton had a food court on the lobby level. the check-in process was quick and easy and we were in our 6th-floor room in no time.
but then as we perused the guest services book i noticed something: the food court closed at 7. and it was 7:45. boo. so to the bean's utter delight, we ordered room service. they gave us a 30-minute delivery window, and while the bean was enjoying a relaxing hot shower after her long practice the food arrived.
mac & three cheeses for her:
pepperoni pizza for me:
she was super amused by the mini baguette in the bread basket.
and we pocketed the tiny tabasco bottles to take home to her sister:
we'd thrown in a molten chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream for dessert:
which she enjoyed immensely.
we even had some little chocolates for later, which neither of us ended up eating.
we headed up to the coach's room to grab a couple of things, hung out for a little while, and then went back to our room to get to bed. with an early morning ahead of us, i knew we'd both need as much sleep as possible.
next up, JAMZ!
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