Escape to Douglas, WY: Unbeatable Deals at Super 8!
The Luxe Life, or How I Almost Drowned in a Cucumber Smoothie (A Review - With ALL the Details, Because I'm Extra)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to unleash a torrent of opinions about staying at… well, let's not name names just yet. Let's just call it "The Grand Pineapple," because, you know, tropical vibe and all that jazz. This review is sponsored by my own experiences, my crippling need for Wi-Fi, and a desperate hope for a decent cup of coffee.
First Impressions & The (Almost) Sticky Situation (Accessibility, Check-in/out, Cleanliness, et al.)
Okay, so the lobby. Gleaming marble, right? Massive chandeliers that I swear were judging my travel sweats. Accessibility was… a mixed bag. The ramp was there (thank you, whoever designed that!), but the automatic doors sometimes seemed to have a mind of their own. Felt like I was playing a game of "Will it open?" with my suitcase. Check-in/out [express]? Forget about it. Took nearly an hour, despite them bragging about "contactless" this and that. The lady at the front desk? Precious. Utterly charming, but apparently, her fingers were allergic to the computer.
Speaking of computers, I need internet. Like, now. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – Hallelujah! Except… it kept dropping out. My online shopping spree for bathrobes was… interrupted. Internet – [LAN] – I didn't even try. Let's be honest, I'm not that patient.
Cleanliness and Safety: This is where things got…interesting. They claim to use anti-viral cleaning products, and have staff trained in safety protocol. Which is reassuring! But I did witness a rogue dust bunny the size of a small dog under the sofa. Not sure what to make of that. They also have daily disinfection in common areas and room sanitization opt-out available, which is a thoughtful option for all the germaphobes out there. The rooms sanitized between stays thing is… well, hopefully, it’s true. They also have CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Security [24-hour] so, at least you're safe…ish. They also have first aid kit and a doctor/nurse on call, so that's cool. Safety first!
The Room - A Fortress of Comfort (Mostly) (Available in all rooms)
Okay, the room. Pretty standard, I guess. Air conditioning blasting like a hurricane (thank goodness, because I melt if it's above 70). Alarm clock that I never actually used because I slept until noon every day. Bathrobes – YES! The kind that makes you feel like you’re draped in clouds. Blackout curtains – Essential for my excessive daytime naps. Complimentary tea was…fine. The Desk felt a bit flimsy, but I was able to sit on the Sofa and chill. Hair dryer worked, thank God. Ironing facilities were there, but I wouldn't trust them in a million years. Mini bar was ridiculously overpriced. Non-smoking – thankfully! Private bathroom was clean, shower had good water pressure, slippers were a nice touch, and I had a window that opens which is pretty underrated.
I will say this about the room: it was big. Like, really, really big. So big I almost got lost on the way to the bathroom at 3 AM.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – A Culinary Adventure (with a Few Hiccups)
Okay, this is where the review becomes a rollercoaster. Fasten your seatbelts, people.
Restaurants: Lots of them. A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, International cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant – the choices were overwhelming. I started with the breakfast [buffet]. Now, I am a buffet aficionado. I LIVE for the buffet. This one? A mixed bag. Breakfast service was…spotty. The eggs Benedict? Soggy. The croissants? Stale. The coffee? Barely coffee-adjacent. But the fruit? Glorious. Seriously, the pineapple was a religious experience.
The poolside bar became my best friend. I spent a large part of my time there, judging the other guests while clutching a brightly colored cocktail. Happy hour was indeed happy, and I found myself indulging a little too much. The coffee shop was convenient, but the barista looked like he hadn't slept in days.
Room service [24-hour]? A lifesaver, especially when I was too hungover from the happy hour to move. The salad was good enough, but the soup in restaurant was a watery insult to the very idea of soup.
The Grand Pineapple also has a snack bar, which, let's say, was primarily a source of regret.
The Cucumber Smoothie Incident: Okay, this needs its own paragraph. I ordered a cucumber smoothie from the poolside bar. Sounded refreshing, right? Wrong. It arrived looking like something from a science experiment gone wrong, and tasted like… well, I'm not sure what it tasted like, but let's just say it was an experience. I took one sip, and I genuinely thought I was going to hurl right there and then. Had to scramble for the nearest restroom. It was a dark day for smoothies.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax – My Quest for Bliss (and Avoidance of Smoothies)
Spa/sauna? Check. Swimming pool [outdoor]? Absolutely. Pool with view? The best. The spa was…okay. Massage was decent. Nothing to write home about. The Sauna was intensely hot, and I quickly retreated. I did enjoy the Steamroom… until a loud guest, who looked exactly like a sweaty walrus, decided to start a conversation. Ruined the zen experience.
The dreaded Body scrub and Body wrap were also offered. Pass. I'm not about that life.
The Fitness center was…well, it existed. I peeped in once. Looked like a place where people went to punish themselves. Hard pass.
For the Kids & Family-Friendliness (A Brief Interlude)
I am not a parent. But the place was family-friendly. Family/child friendly, indeed. They had Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and even Kids meal. Sounds great if you're into that sort of thing.
Services and Conveniences – The Good, The Bad, and the Questionable
Air conditioning in public area – Thank goodness! Concierge was helpful, and always smiling. Currency exchange was available – always a plus. Daily housekeeping was efficient, but a little too efficient. My bedside table mysteriously disappeared one morning, it turned out they were in the business center. The Gift/souvenir shop was overpriced. Invoice provided, thank god! Ironing service was…there. Laundry service was good. Luggage storage was useful.
Meetings, Events, and Business Shenanigans (I Tried to Avoid These)
Business facilities – Yawn. Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Seminar – I stayed far, far away. Audio-visual equipment for special events, Indoor venue for special events, Outdoor venue for special events, – sounds stressful. Projector/LED display – Blegh.
Getting Around – Navigating the Labyrinth
Airport transfer – Convenient, but pricey. Car park [on-site] – free, which is always a win. Car park [free of charge] - Another win. Taxi service – readily available.
The Bottom Line (And Would I Go Back?)
Look, The Grand Pineapple had its moments. The pool was amazing, the Wi-Fi was (usually) functional, and the staff were generally lovely. But the sometimes-sketchy food, the smoothie incident of doom, and the general feeling of slightly-overpriced-mediocrity… well, it makes it a somewhat hesitant recommendation.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're about to dive headfirst into a Douglas, Wyoming adventure. A glorious, greasy, slightly-off-kilter adventure staged from the hallowed halls (and questionable continental breakfast) of the Super 8. This ain't your polished travel brochure, this is the unvarnished truth, folks.
Day 1: Arrival, Dust Bunnies, and the Pursuit of Wifi (and Sanity)
- 14:00 (give or take, who’s checking their watch in Wyoming?): Touch down in Douglas. Well, NOT quite touch down. More like… rolled in. After a six-hour drive, the car’s vibrating with a low, guttural hum of exhaustion, mirroring my own inner state. The Super 8 looms. It's… orange. Bright, aggressively orange. Let's hope the interior doesn't share the same hue, or I'm gonna need sunglasses indoors.
- 14:30: Check-in. The woman at the desk, bless her heart, is clearly a seasoned veteran of the Douglas hospitality scene. She's seen things. She's heard things. And she’s handing me a key card with the weary smile of someone who’s dealt with a thousand similar weary travelers. Room 217, okay, got it. (Whispers to self: Please, please, let it have working AC… and, oh god, decent wifi.)
- 15:00: The room… is a room. Beige carpet, vaguely floral bedspread, the undeniable scent of lightly-disguised cleaning products and… dust. So. Much. Dust. Like, dust bunnies that have evolved into mini-mammals. I swear I saw one wink at me. Time to scope out the Wifi situation. This is crucial. I need to connect to the world, or at least order pizza.
- 15:30 - 16:30: Wifi, and wifi. Not a wifi. The signal is weaker than my will to live after that drive. Hours later and after multiple resets on my phone, I have a connection that's barely capable of loading a single Google search. What happened that happened that happened.
- 17:00: Dinner. The options are: (A) The Subway across the street, (B) The diner down the road with the giant neon sign that screams "vintage" but probably just means "questionable sanitation practices" or (C) the gas station with the hot dogs rotating endlessly under a heat lamp. I'm going for option A.
- 18:00 - 20:00: Subway and unwind. The sandwich artist, bless his soul, overloads my sandwich with pickle - I was not expecting this. The news on the TV in the corner is filled with people fighting. Later, get some sleep, it's pretty late and I'm tired.
- 21:00: SLEEP.
Day 2: Wyoming Wonders… and the Great Coffee Catastrophe
- 06:00: The dawn breaks. Or rather, the curtains in this room let the sun barrage me with light. Ugh. Time for that promised continental breakfast. This is where it gets… interesting.
- 06:30: The Continental Breakfast - The Super 8 breakfast is a microcosm of life itself, filled with both joy and tragedy. The bagels are hard enough to build a small fort. The "fruit" is questionable - I think the oranges have seen better centuries - and the coffee… oh, the coffee. It looks like tar, tastes like disappointment, and has the potential to strip paint off a spaceship. I am now at war with this coffee. The coffee is the enemy.
- 07:00 - 10:00: Alright, let's get out of this room. A brief drive to the "Douglas Natural Area" is recommended for some hiking. This might be awesome. I'll tell you what it is.
- 10:00-12:00: Lunch at a local diner! This time, I took a chance. The food comes, with the most massive, flavorful burger I've had in months. The waitress is sassy as heck, and the atmosphere is just perfect.
- 13:00 - 16:00: This is where the plan falls apart, in the best way possible. I'm driving. I see a sign that says "Fort Fetterman." History? I'm in. The Fort ends up actually being interesting, and is still the best part of the journey. I love history.
- 16:30: Back to the Super 8. Another epic battle with the internet. It's a love-hate relationship, this wifi. Mostly hate.
- 18:00: Dinner in the Super 8. I'm too exhausted to fight the world. I got a microwave dinner at the gas station.
- 20:00 - 22:00: Attempt to watch a movie. The cable selection here is… unique. I end up watching a nature documentary about the mating rituals of the lesser-spotted prairie dog. (Don't judge. It was better than nothing.)
- 22:00: Sleep. Again. This time, I'm prepared for that morning sun. I've fashioned a makeshift eye mask out of a pillowcase.
Day 3: Departure and Reflections
- 06:00: Sunrise. Pillowcase mask slightly effective. But the coffee… it beckons. (With a sigh, I prepare myself for battle.)
- 06:30: Breakfast. The bagels are unchanged. The oranges… well, let's just say they're still on a long, slow journey. I'm going to try to find the coffee's maker. With my bare hands.
- 07:00 - 08:00: Check out. Breathe a sigh of relief. Goodbye, Super 8. Don't get me wrong: it did the job.
- 08:30: Back on the road. Douglas, Wyoming, you've been… something. A little dusty, a little quirky, and a whole lot of real. I'm not sure I'd recommend it to everyone, but then again, are any of us everyone?
- 12:00: Home. The drive back feels so very smooth. And easy.
- 12:30: Home, happy to be back.
So there you have it folks, a true reflection of a Douglas, Wyoming experience. Take the good with the bad, the orange with the beige, and the questionable coffee with a grain of salt. Because, honestly, that’s life, innit? And sometimes? That's pretty damn good.
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So, what *is* this thing, anyway? Like, in a nutshell? And do I need a nutshell? I'm hungry...
Ugh, the short answer? I'm still trying to figure that out myself. It's like trying to catch smoke with a butterfly net. But, to give you *some* semblance of an answer... imagine life. Yeah, *that* life. All the good, the bad, the truly bizarre. The part where you trip on your shoelaces in front of the cute barista. The part where you accidentally send that email to your boss with the subject "My Boss is a Clown." *That* kind of thing. A collection of thoughts, maybe? A rambling journal, filtered through a very questionable brain? Possibly a cry for help? I'm leaning toward all of the above. And no, you don't need a nutshell. Unless you *want* one. I won't judge. Just try not to get it stuck on your head. I've done that. Trust me; not cute.
Is it supposed to be organized? Because... it doesn't look organized. At all.
Organized? Bless your heart. No. Absolutely not. My brain is essentially a highly caffeinated squirrel in a pinball machine. Think more "controlled chaos" and less "Swiss watchmaker." I *attempt* to be organized. I really do. I even bought a planner once (it's still blank, hiding under a mountain of receipts and half-finished crossword puzzles). But my brain is a rebel. It prefers tangents. Shiny objects. Random thoughts about the existential dread of a rogue sock in the dryer. So, yeah, it's a mess. Embrace the mess. It's where the good stuff happens, honestly. Like, when you're *not* expecting it.
Okay, fine. But why should I care? What's in it for *me*? Is there, like, free cake?
Free cake? Now you're talking my language! Sadly, no cake. But, and this is a big but (and trust me, I have a lot of those), there might be... *something* in it for you. You might find a kindred spirit in all this chaos. You might feel a little less alone in the universe. You might chuckle at my ridiculousness. You might even think, "Hey, at least *I'm* not that crazy." And honestly, that's a win in my book. Plus, maybe, just maybe, you'll get a laugh or two. And if you're lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of your own beautiful, messy human-ness reflected back at you. And if *that* isn't worth the price of admission, I don't know what is.
So, what's the deal with the "emotional reactions" thing? Are we talking, like, full-blown meltdowns?
Meltdowns? Potentially. But mostly, it's just... *feeling*. I'm not going to pretend I'm some stoic, unemotional robot. I'm a human. I get happy. I get sad. I get furious when the internet goes down mid-binge-watching. And yes, sometimes I get completely overwhelmed by the sheer *weirdness* of being alive. So expect some highs, some lows, and a whole lot of in-betweens. Prepare for dramatic sighs. Possibly some mild hyperventilation. Maybe even a few tears (mostly from laughter, though). Basically, I'm a walking, talking, feeling... thing. And I'm not afraid to show it.
What's the "messier structure" bit about? Do you just... ramble?
Rambling? Honey, that's my *specialty*. Think of it like this: I start with a perfectly good thought train, and then it immediately derails. I get distracted by a squirrel (metaphorically speaking, although sometimes it's literal… don't ask), and the next thing you know, we're knee-deep in the philosophical implications of toast. It's a journey, not a destination. If you're looking for linear, go read a textbook. If you're looking for a wild ride of tangents and unexpected turns, you’ve come to the right place! Just, you know, hold on tight. And maybe bring snacks. I'm always hungry.
What specific experiences are you doubling down on? Is there, like, a *theme*? A single event, perhaps?
Oh, you want a *theme*? Ha! Good luck with that! But okay, alright, I'll give you *one* specific incident, a gloriously messy anecdote that I might revisit more than the recommended daily dose. It's the story of the Great Karaoke Catastrophe of '08.
I was, shall we say, *enthusiastically* encouraged to sing at a friend of a friend's birthday. Drunk on cheap wine and the sheer audacity of my friends, I agreed. My song choice? "Bohemian Rhapsody." Now, I'm no Freddie Mercury. In fact, vocally, I'm closer to a dying cat gargling gravel.
But the *performance*... that was something else.
I started off okay, the first few verses… mostly. Then came the operatic section. Dear god, the operatic section. I forgot the words. I improvised. I flailed. I hit notes that dogs could probably hear but humans... not so much. I think I might have even attempted the high note while simultaneously attempting to levitate (gravity, apparently, wasn't a fan).
The best part? The sheer *horror* on everyone's faces. My friends looked pained, the birthday girl was trying to hide behind a chair, and the karaoke DJ gave me a look of utter pity. The memories? They're etched into my soul!
And the worst? The video. Oh, the video. My friends have it. They threaten to show it at every family gathering. Every time I see it, I want to curl up and die. But you know what? It's also kind of hilarious. And if I'm being honest, it's a defining moment.
So yeah, that's one experience. Maybe there will be more stories about the Great Karaoke Catastrophe, and the lasting emotional damage it caused. Come back and see if you can find another one. Or maybe not... let's just say the lessons learned were... plentiful. And painful.
You said "opinionated language." So, what do you *actually* think about things? Do you have any strong feelings?
Do I have strong feelings? Oh, darling, I *live* on strong feelings! I'm a walking, talking cauldron of opinions, ready to boil over at any givenTrip Stay Finder
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