Before leaving I had printed off directions from a website which were pretty straightforward until I actually got in the vicinity of Ft. Worth, then things got interesting. By some minor miracle I navigated myself to the exact spot they specified only to find no hotel. Guessing that the directions were wrong and the hotel hadn't vanished I made a call and Courtney (the Root Beer Girl) confirmed my suspicions. I squeezed the van into the parking garage about twelve hours after I left my house that morning, checked in, went for a swim, ordered room service, and fell thankfully asleep. Day one was at an end.

The Renaissance Richardson