Bringing Down the PENThouse

Our family had a great trip to Charleston this week. We stayed at the Francis Marion hotel. We had stayed there once before, when we went to celebrate Cline's birthday right after we got married, and were very pleased, so we gave it another shot. When we arrived at the hotel, Christa was exhausted from the drive and a little pre-check-in lunch and shopping that we squeezed in, so I waited with her as she slept in the car, while Cline took a load of our luggage to our room. Cline called me from the room, and here is the conversation that ensued:

Cline: Babe, you're not going to believe this. When I went to check in, they said they had upgraded us to the 12th floor harbor view suite. It's the biggest room I've ever set foot in!

Me: Yeah, yeah (figuring they'd thrown in a couch and a kitchen sink). That's great honey, but while you're talking on the phone to me about this so-called great room, we're wasting tens of dollars in gasoline while your daughter and I sit in the car, running the air conditioner. Why don't you come down and get us, and then you can SHOW me the room.

Cline: Ok, I'll be right there. You're not going to believe this, though. Man alive, I am a good provider!

So, Cline came down, and we got on the elevator. As I searched for the button signifying the 12th floor, I noticed I could only go to floors 1-11. There was, however, a button labeled "PH." I looked at Cline and said, "no way." We went to level "PH", found our "suite" and this is what I saw:

...and this...

...and this...

...PLUS TWO bathrooms!!! And THIS was our "harbor view:"


Needless to say, we will be staying at the Francis Marion Hotel from now on!