Costa Rica and tourists were becoming as rare as over poached toucans. To combat this down turn in Costa Rican tourism the White House Hotel Restaurant Casino & Spa “by executive order of the Commander in Chief” decreed that their rates be reduced by 50% to provide a “recession busting, economic stimulus package”.
I decided to do my patriotic duty and booked a room at the White House overlooking the central valley for my last night in Costa Rica. To increase the stimulus effect I invited two lovely Ladies to join a few of my misfit friends for a “bachelors party”. After all, with the exception of Ricardo the Gringo, we were all committed bachelors.
The White House is a refuge on the top of a mountain for hard drinking, gambling, meat eating, Harley riding Gringos. It even has an “Age Management Institute & Medical Spa” where aging Gringos can have testosterone pellets embedded in their bellies to reverse the effects drinking, whoring and gambling. It was the place for a stimulus producing last night bachelor party.
Although the helicopter pad seems a bit over the top, another thing I like about the White House is that each guest room is named after a President and G.W. Bush’s name is on the door that leads into a storage room. How appropriate for a hotel trying to stimulate its way out of George’s economic meltdown.