Life of Brian

When we check in, the clerk gives us room 231 and some vague directions on how to get there. Off we drove to the back of the complex, noticing that the place is nearly empty. When we get to our room it is right at the top of the stairs. If you walk straight ahead after the last stringer you would bump right into the door of the room. There are 2 room locations in a motel you should never stay in; 1) next to or across from an ice machine and B) at he the top or bottom of the stairs. Both spots are notoriously noisy because of the people traffic (they wouldn’t be so bad if people were still considerate of others, but that is a whole ‘nother blog post.) We headed back to the front desk and ask for a room 2 or 3 doors away from this one. The clerk, after making a big show of checking for empty rooms, gives us a key to room 233. When we get back to our new room it is not 2 doors away, but merely one. Not only is it not far from 231, it is an adjoining room! The doors are literally 6″ apart. Seeing as the place was empty we decided not to try for room #3, knowing that if we did he would put us next to the weight room or guest laundry next…

Donna and I are off for a weekend of fun & frolic in Cornelius, North Carolina, so I won’t be able to post here for the next two nights. I’ll take the little blue notebook and do the analog blog thing and then transcribe it here Sunday night.

Thanks to Sandra Hull for that turn of a phrase, analog blog. It comes from her post about the shuttle’s disintegration last Saturday.

While wasting time after dinner and finishing listening to Thistle & Shamrock on the local NPR station, I flipped on the TV muted and did some surfing. Paused on CNN for a bit and read the scroll, “Ebay halts sales of Challenger debris.” read one. Holy shit! What kind of people were selling/buying this stuff? Have we gotten this low in our quest for making money and getting rich?

Finally got a sunny day that the temperature made it to the upper 50s, it seems like it has been forever. We dropped the convertible top this afternoon and went for a drive. We were minding our own business, motoring along a two-lane road at 45 (that had a posted speed limit of 40) when a full-size pickup approached from behind, closing fast. After a few seconds of filling my mirror trying to intimidate me into increasing my speed or something, he passed me. Less than a 1/4 mile later he turned left into his driveway. Sorry I got in your way pal.