Thursday night Missy and I made half of a very long drive, stopping at some completely random and sketchy hotel.
It was not a great place to stay. We got stalked by a long term hotel resident who asked us if she could use our cell phone (which we declined), the room smelled like an ash tray, and the bed was harder than organic chemistry.
And it was great. Because it was not the car, not the highway, and we were very tired.