Examples Of Ttr Visitor’s “problems” (funny)

Was thinking about things that can seem like a catastrophe, but only in the mind of a TTR visitor.

To get things started:
When your wife is wearing a Sheer When Wet bikini , but isn’t getting into the pool!!!

 

It's lingerie night, and your wife has brought with her an absolutely smashing lacy bra and G-string panty set... which really isn't "there" in reality it's so skimpy... but the weather turns cold outside and she is forced to decide between wearing it with one of the room's robes, or just putting on a dress.

This one actually happened to us. She was really excited about the outfit (as was I, just sayin') and then a cold front came through. Ah well.

 

When you wake up on day 3 and say wow my penis hurts!

Too much?

 

I think that I found a solution-

 

After 4 straight days of massive amounts of alcohol consumption the liver says no more, but your brain sees the fun happening in the sexxxy pool and a fight between the two ensues... Day 5 the fight gets worse, as the liver has recruited additional complainants - kidneys, stomach, bowels...yet the brain says eff you guys, cuz the party's too good to miss. But come day 6, they start working to rule and the brain finally succumbs to their protests.

 

You are describing each and every trip!

 

One problem could be if you choose to tell several different couples that one can easily remember their room number and you do this on Boobruruise.

When you come back and just say hello to some in the Sexypoolen. And then come to mind that you had some agreements. But you are now a little drunk and cant remember nothing of the room no.

 

Figuring out 7 days is to much at TTR

 

At the old TTR:

Upon checking the first room you're given and finding it undesirable (strong paint fumes, paint not even dry yet) you return to the front desk. After much back and forth, you're told there's only one room remaining for that night, it's booked for the duration of your 10-night stay, and you'll have to move out the next day. Whatevs, right? You're given the key and directions, soon discovering yourselves in a huge 2nd floor suite directly over the doorway from the lobby in to Paty-O's (precursor to BASH). With a Hugh Heffner grin the Mr says, "Oh baby, we're gonna party like Rock Stars tonight!" The next day you enquire at the desk about the expected room change and are told, "No worries, enjoy that one for the rest of your stay. The other guests decided they'd take a different room". Sweet, let the shenanigans begin!

After the third night of next to no sleep you realize you're not cut out for the rock star life.

We were the walking dead by the end of that trip.

 

I'm the walking dead every time I fly home. And all I can hear is music and women screaming.
Not saying I'm Drunk, but just know it's been a good tr