Inspired by true events from this evening (minus the rubber duck).

The room I reserved for my road trip home just said "1 king bed" for the description. It was the only room I can find for the day in the entire city. I arrive and to my surprise, I walk in the room to a small suite with a jacuzzi! Pretty sweet deal for $160-ish for the night after fees.

I decide that I should give it a try since I could use the relaxation time in a hot tub from a long season and a previous night of reservation problems. Plus, I've never been in one before. Anyway, I fill it up, and give it a try.

My thoughts:
- It sounds like a washing machine (probably simulates sitting in a top-loading one as well)
- The jets of water mostly seem to find my hanging ribs (with proper positioning, I can hit some knots on my back)
- It was not the most comfortable thing to attempt to recline in
- I felt tenderized and stirred up after stepping out (definitely felt like I got a full body massage to some extent)
- Not sure if I used it right

Anyway, one more stop tomorrow, then I'm back home in good ol' NYC!