Guess who’s coming to dinner?


…and breakfast and lunch and spending the night?

It’s AGMA!

Sorry about posting late this week – I’ve been in Richmond, Virginia all week doing what I love to do. Second to blogging that is…

I’m watching cycling! The UCI Road World Cycling Championships to be precise. It’s pretty awesome and I’m as giddy as a NRA lobbyist in Texas.

Don’t cringe. I promised no more bat*hit crazy cycling posts. Until next year…

When I first checked last December (yes – I said last December), hotel rates in downtown Richmond were sky high. Most were already sold out. Looks like I’m not the only bat*hit crazy one.

Just sayin’.

So, to be able to afford to be in the middle of things for nine nights during this world famous international cycing event, I decided to clear the cobwebs out and think like a Millennial.

I Airb&b’ed it.

Right now, I’m in my own large, fully stocked and furnished one bedroom flat that I booked way back in December. It’s a half block off the Road Race course, three blocks away from another part of the course, and a little over a mile from the finish line. Nice.

Even better, it’s less than $100 a night. Sweet.

This past June, a conundrum evolved. I decided to go to Richmond three days earlier than planned, but my Airb&b place was booked for those extra nights. And all of the other available “Entire Place” category offerings were ridiculously expensive. I guess they figured out this was a pretty big deal for their city. Duh.

Airb&b has three categories for their offerings – Entire Place, Private Room & Shared Room.

Seriously? A shared room? Even in my not-aging-gracefully open mind, can I imagine a scenario in which a shared room would EVER be an option. So that category was out.

I could do a private room, right? It’s like being a house guest, right? But to complete strangers. Who could be gun toting weirdos or self-proclaimed vampires or worse….

Donald Trump supporters.

I shuddered.

But I figured the people offering the room were taking a bigger risk than me. A way bigger risk. They had no idea who or what was going to walk through their door.

My search turned up a charming room in a home in a great location (still in the middle of things), and the hosts had good reviews from former guests. Perfect.

And it was less than $60 a night. Sweet again.

Happily, it turned out that they weren’t gun toting weirdos (that I could see) or self-proclaimed vampires (at least they didn’t sleep all day and go out at night). Or Donald Trump supporters. You can pretty much pick up on that cray cray radar after about two minutes.

Most of the time, I felt like they got the short end of the straw. I creaked across their old wooden floors three times a night to use the bathroom, used copious amounts of their toilet paper and forced them to listen to my amusing (in my mind) stories about my most interesting and fascinating life. And cycling. ZZZzzz…

But they were delightfully charming about all of it and even chuckled at my stories. They even gave me a lovely guest review. Tear.

After AGMA though, I wonder if they’ll continue to do AirB&B? I wonder if they’re willing to take the risk of getting another AGMA? I guess I could have been worse than just normal AGMA weird.

So now I’m thinking…

We have a room in our house with it’s own bathroom. We’re in a great area of Atlanta and on a bus line. Maybe we could make a few extra buck taking in lodgers. I can be charming and chuckle at boring stories. I can buy toilet paper at Costco. And our floors don‘t creak.

I’m picturing the sign now:  Ma AGMA’s Rooming House. No guns, vampires or Donald Trump supporters allowed

Does that violate some kind of equal access or ADA law?

I sure hope not.