I have been on a bidness trip, people, at a corporate retreat in Texas. And there I stayed in an alarmingly faithful replica of The Alamo. I mean, I saw the name of the building and expected maybe some half-assed Spanish Mission shabby chic, but no: it looked just like the Alamo. Except probably the real Alamo doesn’t have cable.
Last time I was on a business trip I stayed at a bed & breakfast where the ceiling fell in, and I didn’t think I could top that in terms of More Excitement Than One Deserves To Have On A Non-Vacation, but sleeping in a room decorated with battle paintings and portraits of John Wayne sets the bar a little higher. I stayed in the James Butler Bonham Room, named for a Texas hero who was evidently the hottest guy to die at the Alamo. Wow!
