Our road trip had us landing at a friend's house in Malibu for a couple of evenings which was a perfect end to our long journey.
We were welcomed with open arms, greeted with smiling faces and hugs, and, of course, no check-in times and more importantly check-out times.
It was also in Malibu which is gorgeous and secluded and far from the hectic goings of Los Angeles.
Far, meaning that I ended up being in the car as much I was on the road trip.
A sleep-over for Skye and friend New York that I hadn't seen for several years gave me a good excuse to really indulge in our new nomad lifestyle.
My facebook post summed it up nicely.
Jon DanniellsJune 8 near Los Angeles
After meeting friends in the lobby of the Roosevelt over the last 25 years and enjoying more than my share of cocktails at its bar, I finally actually stayed there. I scored an amazing room on the 11th floor with a last minute "flash" deal from booking.com. I'm liking life as a nomad
Things that would normally have annoyed me to no end became funny diversions.
I walked around pointing my Iphone at all kinds of silliness.
As a tourist, this sort of gathering was an oddity, a spectacle, something to be amused by.
It was incredibly freeing and refreshing.
Things couldn't have worked out better.
A valet pulled the clown mobile up and headed back up to Malibu to collect Skye and our luggage.
After that however it became a race against the clock and a comedy of errors. When I started trying to book hotels in areas unknown to me, I invariably choose the wrong hotel in the wrong location.
I ended up in a hotel somewhere in the South Bay that while convenient to where I the gym where I met a friend to do a little jiujitsu was not so ideal for much else.
I decided to go back more familiar territory and decided to check out a hotel that I've driven by hundreds of time when I lived down in Venice, the Jolly Roger.
It was everything I imagined, perfectly situated for my adventures, easy to get in and out of and very "old-school"
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
This last week would find Skye and myself racing against check-out times and then out-on-the-streets waiting to check into a hotel.
One day we were in a parking lot with out bags laid out, consolidating things while I did my best to shave using the car mirror and a bicycle squirt bottle.
Another day, we checked into a place for two days to cut down on the mad-dash by 50%. I was on the phone for 20 minutes with a computer tech about their internet. After that didn't work and I couldn't get a refund we ended up switching rooms to get closer to the router....problem solved. We slept in the next morning and by the time we got to their continental breakfast all that was left were 6 pieces of white bread. I'm not even exaggerating to make for a good story, 6 pieces of white bread, oh and crumbs.
Both classes that brought us to this lovely hotel ended up being no-gos; one enforced a strict 18 years and older policy, and the other, the instructor didn't show up.
Gotta go, check-out times coming up.
Back to the Jolly Roger I go.