August 12^th, 2009

Kelly and I returned to our room after yet another long, tiring, but fun day. We had the desire to change clothes and sleep. We open the door to our room to the smell of smoke. Yet again, we are faced with a problem. Immediately we step out of the room and grab our hostess. She then calls the janitor who comes up to look around our room. He finds nothing. We know we did not leave our curling irons or straighteners on and the only conclusion is that our heater turned on. Neither one of us turned it on. Who would when it’s over 100 degrees outside! Eventually, the smell went away and we fell asleep. It seems like fate just wanted to keep us up all night!