I’m a shower guy.
But it has to be a big shower. A shower that drops water over my head. Those rainfall shower heads are the best. But even just a regular shower head perched somewhere above eye level will do the job. Lots of water from head to toe.
A shower that shoots spray at my nipples? Unacceptable.
So this shower thing can be a problem for the “Tallest Nicklawske That Ever Lived.”
But as much as I hate showering in a phone booth, I don’t think I’ve ever bathed in a Jacuzzi. Who has time for bathing in a Jacuzzi? Filling up the tub. Turning on the jets. Measuring out the Mr. Bubble. I need to get clean fast.
It’s like traveling overseas: I’m going to take a 747 not the Love Boat.
Which brings me to our newly purchased NickMoore Hotel in Duluth. The master bath has no shower. The bathroom features a 1980’s era Jacuzzi surrounded by lots of mirrors and gold leaf.
Some may call it groovy. Others may call it a deal breaker. Jen and I called it a bit, well, dated.
Oh sure, the Jacuzzi has some goofy shower hook-up I could use in a pinch but I might knock my knees on the gold-plated waterfall faucet. When I take a shower I need a door. At the very least a good curtain. Water has a funny way of going all over the place. The floor. The walls. Tall people even have to worry about shampoo on the ceiling.
And did I mention the ceilings in this bathroom have mirrors?
Ewww. Who owned this place in 1983? Hugh Hefner?
The first line of business at the NickMoore Hotel is a master bath remodeling project.
Contractors are coming in the day after closing.
I’m thinking about a nice walk-in shower with subway tile walls, river rock floors and a shower head as big as an umbrella.
Anyone wanna buy a used Jacuzzi?