I have to post fast. Two of the girls in the room are downstairs in the lobby, and the other is in the shower.
The good: I bought a couple pairs of size ten jeans and they fit perfectly. And for under 15$. I love a good deal.
The bad: I ate two scoops of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream, and puked them up in the most remote bathroom of the hotel.
This is seriously the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at in my life. It's huuuuuge. HUGE. It literally takes up most of a city block on its own. I love it here. I feel so official. It's finally sunken in that I made it to nationals. Fabulous. Now I just have to perform tomorrow morning. I'll handle this just fine.