Escape to Peoria: Your Perfect Pekin Getaway at Holiday Inn Express!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving deep into the soul of this hotel. Forget the polished brochures and perfectly posed photos – we're going raw and real. My inner travel gremlin is itching to spill the tea, so let's get down to it, shall we?
SEO-fied Review (with a side of chaos):
First, the cold, hard data. This thing has everything. I mean, everything. I'm already overwhelmed, let's break it down.
Accessibility:
- Accessibility: Okay, this is a HUGE deal. They claim to be on board, and I'm thankful.
- Wheelchair accessible: This is crucial and a non-negotiable. Thank goodness.
- Elevator: Absolutely necessary and a saving grace for any creaking knees.
- Facilities for disabled guests: I hope they are actually well prepared and will get a chance to assess how well things are adapted.
Internet Access:
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, Wi-Fi in public areas, Wi-Fi for special events: Okay, the Wi-Fi should be everywhere like air! No more dial-up nightmares, thank the internet gods! If it's not a constant thing, I'm going to throw a hissy fit.
- Internet [LAN]: For the serious tech-nerds/workaholics, and it's nice to know it is available even if the Wi-Fi fails.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (Sweating, Soothing, and Sighing):
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: Gotta counteract those buffet calories somewhere, right? I'm guessing one of those places where people pretend to be doing work and scrolling through Instagram.
- Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor], Pool with view: Essential. I want a pool with a view specifically. Think infinity pool with a tropical vibe. I'm picturing myself sipping a piña colada while judging other vacationers.
- Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Foot bath, Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap: Now we're talking! Okay, so I have a deep obsession for spas. My whole goal is to emerge looking like a baby dolphin. Let's hope it lives up to the hype.
- Couple's room: Oh, the potential for romance… and for awkward small talk.
Cleanliness and Safety (The Anti-Germ Squad):
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment: Okay, they're going IN on the germ warfare, which is what I want. I want to feel like I'm in a bubble of cleanliness, so I am down with this level of precaution.
- Cashless payment service: Fine. I am the type to carry cash.
- Shared stationery removed: They get rid of the shared pens? Good. I am all for that.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Feed Me, Seymore!):
- Restaurants, A la carte in restaurant, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: Right, so basically, you could live here and never have to cook. I love a good buffet, and I'm totally judging anyone who puts down the first thing they see.
- Alternative meal arrangement: I am hoping it is flexible to dietary needs, and not just some pre-set menu.
Services and Conveniences (The 'Can't Be Bothered' Package):
- Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Smoking area, Terrace, Xerox/fax in business center: Honestly, the list is endless. The concierge is key. Like, I want a concierge who can fix everything. I'm talking lost luggage miracles, last-minute restaurant reservations, and someone to blame for my poor impulse control when I am on vacation.
- Food delivery: This is a huge win. Room service is amazing too, but the option of external food delivery is great.
- Gift/souvenir shop: I always need a souvenir. Always.
For the Kids (Bless Their Tiny Souls - and Mine When They're Entertained):
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Alright, a family-friendly hotel. This is where it becomes difficult. I want to avoid screaming kids, but I also want the hotel to be inclusive. If the kids are well managed I am ok with it.
Access & Security (Keeping the Peeping Toms Away):
- Access, CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Hotel chain, Room decorations, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms: I have nothing to add. I want feeling safe at all moments, and this looks ok.
Getting Around (Because No One Likes Lost Luggage):
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: The airport transfer is key. A smooth ride is a good thing. I'm not a massive fan of driving on my own, so valet parking is a blessing.
Available in All Rooms (The Home Away From Home Stuff):
- Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: Holy moly. Look at this. This list is massive. They really make sure you are comfortable, that's amazing. I love a proper bath, so the separate shower and bathtub are a massive thumbs up.
My Anecdotal Adventure:
Okay, so that's the technical stuff. Now, let's talk feelings. My last hotel stay, I swear, the "free Wi-Fi" cut out every five minutes. It was like a cruel joke. But then, picture this: you're in your room, finally, after a brutal flight. Pure bliss. I want to flop on a bed and stare at the ceiling, that's luxury to me. Then, I want a good shower. The kind where the water pressure actually hurts a little, so you know it's working. After, I'd want to eat something quickly, and that is where the 24-hour room service comes in handy.
I’m looking forward to a breakfast buffet. I want those little pastries, the fruit, the yogurt… everything, everything. And the pool? Oh, my dear heavens, the pool! I demand a swim during sunset, sipping on something with a little umbrella. I am already imagining my perfect vacation.
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- A Complimentary Spa Treatment: (Your choice! But I suggest the massage. You'll thank me later.)
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**Final Verdict (And Maybe a Little Whine):
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're diving headfirst into… the glorious, messy, slightly underwhelming (but ultimately okay!) experience of staying at the Holiday Inn Express Pekin - Peoria Area by IHG. This isn't your perfectly Instagrammable travel guide. This is real life, people. And sometimes, real life involves… well, let's just say it involves a lot of questionable decisions and a whole lotta caffeine desperation.
Day 1: Arrival and a Dash of Disappointment (with a side of surprisingly decent pizza)
- 3:00 PM: Arrive at the Pekin, Illinois HIE. Ugh. I mean, the sign promised "Express," which I interpreted as "speedy check-in." Guess what? Speed is relative. Spent a solid 15 minutes wrestling with the automated check-in kiosk, which, after three failed attempts, spit out a defeated "Need Assistance?" message. So, the nice lady at the front desk (bless her heart, she looked like she’d seen things…) saved the day. Got my key, muttered something about "IHG Rewards" (I have no idea what that even means, but I hope it gets me free waffles someday).
- 3:30 PM: Room: Okay, here's where the emotional roller coaster begins. It's… fine. The bed looks comfy. The air conditioning is actually working – HUGE win, considering I’m easily overheated and prone to spontaneous meltdowns. The decor is… well, it's the beige-on-beige aesthetic that screams “generic hotel room.” But! It's clean. Cleanliness is a virtue, right? I'm clinging to that.
- 4:00 PM: The "view." Let's call it “the parking lot vista.” Honestly, it’s less "vista" and more "a collection of minivans and slightly rusty SUVs." I stare out the window for a good five minutes, contemplating the meaning of life and the sheer banality of existence. Then, I decide I’m hungry.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner – Pizza. Because when in Pekin (Peoria Area!), you order pizza. And oh my actual GOD, this pizza from "Pizza Hut" (it's right next door, so, convenient!) was surprisingly good. Like, "forget my beige room, I'm eating this pizza" good! This is the kind of pizza that makes you forget your troubles, even if just for a few delicious slices. Seriously, I consider ordering a second one. But, you know, self-control and all that. (I don't have much.)
- 7:30 PM: Attempt to work (I’m here on a business trip!), but the Wi-Fi is… let’s just say it’s “intermittent.” Lots of loading circles. A growing sense of frustration. I almost started throwing things. I resist the urge. Breathe. Pizza. Good choice.
- 9:00 PM: Netflix binge. Because sometimes, you just gotta shut your brain off and stare at a screen. The noise from the neighbors is… noticeable. I hope they enjoy their evening. I don't.
- 10:00 PM: Sleep…or at least, attempt to sleep. The air conditioning is now humming like a particularly grumpy bumblebee. Curse the bumblebees.
Day 2: Waffles, Wonders, and a Whole Lotta Waiting
- 7:00 AM: The free breakfast. Okay, here’s the thing. Hotel breakfasts are a gamble. Sometimes you hit the jackpot. Sometimes… well, let’s just say yesterday’s muffins were suspiciously rubbery. Today? The waffles are… surprisingly decent! The waffle iron is very popular, and I'm standing in line with a family of seven who seem to be on a mission to consume all the syrup in the state of Illinois. I wait. I observe. I judge. (Just kidding…maybe). Waffles are had.
- 8:00 AM: More attempts to wrestle with the Wi-Fi. It is still patchy.
- 9:00 AM: The "business" part of my business trip. I venture out to the location.
- 9:30 AM - 4:00 PM: The "work." It fills the day, some is good, some is bad, some is frustrating, but all of it requires me to do something I feel is useless and I question the purpose of my existence while doing it.
- 4:30 PM: Back at the hotel. Exhausted. Emotionally drained. Suddenly, I need a nap. This isn't a vacation. I hate everything.
- 6:00 PM: The pool! I tell myself it's for exercise, but really, I just want to splash around and pretend I'm not an adult with responsibilities. The pool is… clean. The water is slightly chilly. There's a gaggle of kids there, who are having a blast (good for them!). I do a few desultory laps, then give up and just float, staring at the ceiling and contemplating the meaning of… well, you know.
- 7:30 PM: Another Pizza order! Maybe I should try another pizza place.
- 9:00 PM: More Netflix.
- 10:00 PM: Lights out. Praying for silence.
Day 3: Departure and Reflection (mostly about pizza and Wi-Fi)
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast, still in a daze.
- 8:00 AM: Final Wi-Fi battle. Still a loser.
- 9:00 AM: Check out, as easy as it gets, and on to the next adventure.
- 9:30 AM: Getting in the car.
- 10:00 AM: Driving away from the hotel and reflecting.
Final Thoughts (aka, the rambling conclusion):
Look, the Holiday Inn Express Pekin - Peoria Area by IHG isn’t perfect. The Wi-Fi is a joke. The decor is… beige. But? The pizza was amazing. The bed was reasonably comfortable. The staff were friendly, or at least, they feigned friendliness with a level of professional cheerfulness I can only envy. And, hey, I survived. Would I recommend it? If you're in Pekin, and you need a place to sleep, and decent waffles are a priority, then yeah. As long as you're prepared for the beige and the intermittent Wi-Fi, you'll be fine. Just. Bring your own entertainment. And maybe, just maybe, a backup pizza restaurant on speed dial. I know I will. And when I get home, I'm going to enjoy a pizza.
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Uh, what *is* this even about? Like, seriously?
Alright, okay, so look. "This" is a (hopefully) semi-coherent collection of answers to questions... that might be about something. I’m being deliberately vague because... frankly, I haven’t fully decided on the *something* yet. It could be about life, love, the existential dread of doing laundry, or that rogue squirrel that keeps eyeing my bird feeder. Expect a wild ride. Think of it as existential improv. I'm just winging it. If you're looking for specific information on a specific topic... you've come to the wrong place, my friend. But if you are, well... keep reading anyway. I'll try my best to make it worth your time and effort.
Are you... a robot? Because this is weird.
Robot? Hah! No. Though, I *do* envy the efficiency of a perfectly oiled machine. Imagine, no existential crises before breakfast! But no, I'm definitely not a robot. I spend far too much time staring into the abyss and muttering to myself for any semblance of robotic correctness. I'm more likely to spontaneously combust from overwhelm than follow a pre-programmed protocol. You might actually *wish* I was a robot after you read some of these answers. Consider yourself warned.
Why are you so... dramatic?
Dramatic? Me? Never! (takes dramatic bow). Look, life is a performance, darling, and I'm just playing my part. Okay, fine, I'm a *little* dramatic. It's a coping mechanism. If I didn't add a little flair to the mundane, I'd probably be curled up in a ball under my desk, muttering about the futility of existence. Besides, it's more fun this way, isn't it? Isn’t it?! Also, therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. And a healthy dose of caffeine. Mostly caffeine.
What are your qualifications to answer anything?
Qualifications? (Scoffs). Honey, I've got the "school of hard knocks" diploma, and it's laminated. My resume boasts years of experience in screwing things up, learning from said screw-ups, and occasionally emerging with a semblance of wisdom. I've also consumed an ungodly amount of books and pop culture. I've lived life and made mistakes. I have opinions. (Lots of opinions.) And I know where the good coffee shops are. Isn't that enough?
Okay, okay, but what's the *one* thing you've really learned? Like, the *most* important?
This is a tough one. Okay, okay. After many years of introspection, and a few too many tears shed over things I did not expect, here's what I've come to. I've realized that life is messy. Seriously, *messy*. Everything you think you know, everything you think you can control, inevitably goes sideways. And you just have to learn to roll with it. And accept that your best is the best you can do and that is okay. And not apologize for the mistakes, but grow from them. And find something, anything, to laugh about every single day. Even if it’s just your own ridiculousness. And that's good enough.
What's your biggest pet peeve?
Empty hand soap dispensers. I mean, seriously? It’s a small thing, I know, but it completely unravels me. It's a sign of chaos! Of neglect! Of a world spiraling into oblivion! (Okay, maybe I'm being a *little* dramatic again.) But seriously, refill the hand soap, people! The world will thank you, or at least the people who use your bathroom will! And while we're at it, what about the people who chew with their mouths open? The worst!
Do you have any regrets?
Oh, *honey*, where do I begin? Regrets are my specialty! (Slightly manic laugh). But, yes, regrets; of course, every single sentient human has them. I have regrets about bad haircuts, bad romantic choices (oh boy, that's another novel), and not saying "yes" to that spontaneous trip to Italy. I regret being afraid of my own voice for so many years. I regret not standing up for myself more often. A very long list indeed. I'm working on turning regrets into lessons, which sounds less depressing, right? And you know, I'm still here. So… I suppose it’s not all bad.
Do you believe in love?
Ugh, this is a tough one. Look, I've *been* in love. I've been *crushed* by love. I've made a complete fool of myself in the name of love. So yes, I believe in love. I have to, right? Otherwise, what's the point? It’s just… messy. It’s beautiful, and terrifying, and exhilarating, and heartbreaking all at the same time. It's the emotional equivalent of being strapped onto a roller coaster with no safety bar. One time, a friend asked me if I would take the risk of loving again. I didn't hesitate. I said yes. I think I’d rather have my heart broken again, than spend a life cold and alone. No, I do not regret it.
Spill. The. Tea. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Alright. *takes a deep breath*. This is… rough. Okay, picture this: Sophomore year of high school, a school dance, a dress that was far too short, and an absolute *mountain* of hairspray. I was trying to impress a guy (naturally, it was a disaster). I spent an hour doing my hair. (I am no good at doing my hair.) I thought I was looking amazing. Then, I tripped. On nothing! The empty air! And I landed flat on my face, directly in front of him. Face first. My chin took the brunt of the impact, and my hair became a giant sticky helmet. And then everyone laughed! Especially him! The memory still stings, and the scar on my chin is a permanent reminder of my teenage awkwardness. And, yes, if he’s out there… I am still embarrassed. And... the worst part? His name was Kevin. And to make it worse, he looked like Kevin from the movie "Up". The end.
