A What?

Okay so now I'll tell you the story about Monday Night, since it's Wednesday an all. First off, I find out Friday that I have to be in Baltimore by Monday morning. As I'm in OK for the weekend, that isn't going to happen, so I make my travel arrangements to arrive here late Monday night. I log into the travel system on Monday to check my flight time and lo and behold it has no record of my reservations. So I go in in and make them again except there is only one hotel that had any room available. It has a very odd name but anywhere is better than nowhere right? So I get directions once I arrive and drive to it, except the directions seem to take me to the middle of a residential area, so I call them. It went something like this:

Me: "I can't seem to find your Hotel."
Them: "Oh! We aren't a hotel we'r a manor house."
ME: "Uhm...a What?"
Them:" It a big white house with a wall around it."
Me: "Oh! Okay I see it."

So I pull into this place, which is exactly what she said, a Manor House, like in Old England or some shit. I have to ring the bell a few time sbut someone comes and lets me in. The place is very odd, it's basically someone's house that they have turned into some kind of odd little hotel. She checks me in and shows me to my "room." My room, I kid you not, is bigger than all the apartments I've ever been in. It has a kitchen, a living room, and TWO bedrooms. Right outside my room is the "game room" which has a pool table and a Big Screen TV. I'll guess I'll suffer through it. Let's hear it for last minute reservations.