[JoeCallahan]

My favorite part was ordering pizza to the marriot.

Basically we call for pizza, they call saying it's here, we go outside to wait for the guy.

We see him pull up, go over to pay for it, and he says since the phone number we left isn't 610 area code (my friend's cell #) but some other area code (he was looking at the hotel number), it wasn't ours.

We proceed to walk away, and call him on the cell phone. He says to meet him in the back of the hotel. We run through the hotel, down a few sets of stairs, ask how to get out the back, down another set of stairs, run out the back door... and he isn't there.

So he has a heavily indian accent, so we generally assume we are looking for an indian man in a dominos car.

He proceeds to say he's on such and such street (which turns out to be the front of the hotel.)

We run LITERALLY the ENTIRE way around the outside of the hotel and he says "Just meet me at the front desk".

Now at this point we see the same dominos guy from earlier pull up, get out of his car, get the pizza, and walk inside. He sees us, but doesn't stop and continues to walk.

We follow him into the hotel and he stands at the side of the front desk.

My friend was like "**** this" and calls his cell phone. The guy answers, turns to my friend and goes "OH!"

I wanted to smack him (it turned out to be a southern looking white male, by the way, not to be racist but the indian accent really threw us off.)

So we just gave him a $6 tip for 'his troubles' (for $21 of pizza) and took it up to our hotel room.

Luckily, all the calories I'd burned running around the hotel came back by eating the pizza. Lucky me.

We were exhausted and histerical by the end of it... my friend waiting up in the room had called us 500 times going like "Where are you?!", and at one point I just answered the phone, said "We've got it" and hung up before he could say anything.



I also enjoyed getting Chick-fil-a every day. I love that stuff.

Yeah, good times man.