The lovely Spacebeer has pretty much covered our D.C. trip and airline woes in detail, but I do need to mention one thing she forgot about our shitty four-hour Holiday Inn stay in Bedford, Texas on the night of the one-engine plane. The bar in the hotel was called Scuba Joe's. According to their website, they have a pool table.
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Not that we don't confront this sort of nonsense every day, but I love how it's a "dive." C'mon everyone, check out our super-secret, scary-seedy airport hotel bar. There is only a slight chance you will not be mugged or raped. Total dive-atude.
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Oh wait. Dive? Scuba? My sides!
No wait: dive? scuba? My sides.
I'd also like to note that in the literature about the hotel up in the room they play up the fact that Scuba Joes has "scuba snacks" available for patrons.
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