The worldwide melt down had made it down to 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.