Comfort Inn: Ridgeland, Mississippi

Comfort Inn: Ridgeland, Mississippi

Unfortunately we were unable to stay in our anticipated destination of choice, Jackson, MS, this evening. After ten long hours in the car we anxiously awaited our arrival in the economy hotel capital of the nation. As we exited I-55 northbound we were delighted to see the array of econo-motels littering the streets of downtown Jackson. Hurray! A bed! A shower! Some peace and rest! We had no problem booking a room in Pananma City during the last week of spring break (a story which we will share at another point and time), why would we ever have a problem getting a room in the middle of nowhere, Mississippi? Here's the play by play:

(Sean and Bridget enter the Holiday Inn lobby. Bridget approaches the desk tentatively)
Bridget: Do you have any rooms available?
Middle-Eastern Clerk 1: No, sorry.
Middle Eastern Clerk 2: No, this guy got the last one. (Points to man on hands-free cell phone device ignoring the hell out of everyone)
Sean: Oh, really?
Middle-Eastern Clerk 2: Yes, but I called the Best Western earlier and they said they had a few rooms left.
Sean: Oh, are all the surrounding hotels sold-out as well?
Middle-Eastern Clerk 1: Yes.
(Bridget and Sean look at each other baffled.)
Bridget: Umm, is something going on?
Middle-Eastern Clerk 2: (Excitedly) Oh yea! Motley Crue is playing down the road!
(Bridget dies from laughter and Sean looks at the clerk as if he is speaking in his native tongue, his face plagued with confusion)
Sean: (Barely managing to spit out) OK, thank you.
(Shocked and appalled Sean and Bridget exit. Bridget hasn't stopped laughing.)

On the clerks recommendation, we gave the Best Western a shot, only to be shot down with the same response. What are the chances? Not only did the uber-famous hair band from the 1980s sell out the Jackson Coliseum, they managed to sell out every damn hotel room in downtown Jackson--on the one night of our life we would ever need a room....in Jackson. We aren't even mad. We're impressed.

How do you do it Motley Crue? After all this time, you still got it. Proving not only that a sex tape doesn't hurt ticket sales, it helps them and that there are still enough mullet-donning morons in the South to sell out a Motley Crue concert.

Rock on Jackson, Mississippi...rock on.