Saturday, July 28, 2001

The note for today read “tricked by a-hole cheese heads, chump-a-vista”. This was written the very first day we arrived. The explanation is simple. We were taken in by pictures of a pool and resort that looked like Disney World with a southwestern twist. I recommend the site http://www.chulavistaresort.com because it is the epitome of bullshit. Browse around and you’ll see what we did and then picture me being able to jump across the pool without getting wet. This all meant nothing to the kids who had a great time, but I think we all felt a little stupid when we noticed that 5 of the listed water attractions were all in one little pool. If this were a hotel in the middle of nowhere and you happened to stumble upon it you would be happy as a pig in poop. This little nugget is unfortunately nestled 3 miles north of some of the most spectacular digs Wisconsin can provide. I’m not going to spend a lot of time on this place I’ll just hit some highlights. All promo pictures are taken with a trick lens from a crane. (We know this for a fact as they had the crane out for some updating while we were there.) The food situation is almost funny as the best thing about the buffet is the giant stuffed animal that comes to eat with you. One of the restaurants listed on the web page is actually the snack bar at the outside pool. Back to the buffet, can you really call it a buffet if you only have a couple of menu choices? I’ve cooked bigger breakfasts at home. I can’t even tell you about the “nature trail” because it along with the rest of the little things about this place raise my blood pressure to a dangerous level. Best Chula Vista moment; George and I trying to eat $80 worth of room service food while we watched the little ones one night. The ribs were spectacular we just should have cut back on the appetizers. Worst moment, same night, watching Max pull a wall of the closet down on Bryn’s Head. No medical attention was required but it did slow our eating for about 15 minutes. I should have been a little more careful about letting my ~I’ll just burn this place to the ground as we leave ~ feelings show to all of my traveling companions. I’m working on hitting the professional bitching whining complainer circuit and this was great practice. I really did have a great time. I just hate being taken for a ride. The trip can best be summed up in two words stolen from those 2 NPR DJs on Saturday Night Live “good times”. 12:00:00 AM    says you