A nice window display on the “Walk of Shame”
I woke up to the sounds of intense thunder. A quick peek outside the hotel room window revealed a gray day, heavy with rain.
I couldn’t sleep, so tapped into the net with wonderful dialup; I forgot how much I loathed it and how tolerable it was. However, AOL keeps adding these blips and who-ha’s like custom buddy sounds, and these hang the system up. Hell, I don’t like em with broadband, I should be able to control these. Hell, maybe I can, but the preferences of AOL are more complex than a Microsoft® Application.
Anyways, I got some stuff done for work, and when i looked back outside, the sun was out. The pool, within spitting distance of my front door, was starting to fill up. I grabbed some shorts and a towel and got some nice red patches of sun on my chest. I need to pack swim attire. Each time a came outta the pool, buckets of water fell to the ground, dousing those nearby.
I called my friend Harley early in the evening to meet for dinner. I picked him up at a very Christian bed and breakfast. These places have a good chance they will freak me out. This one was no different. The daughter stocking the upstairs fridge with bottled water seemed to sense our sins.
Time to head to the bar for the chat party around the pool. It’s always so difficult matching up a snapshot of a person with their full three-dimensions and character. I tried my best not to be a wallflower, but I continually gravitated toward the shadows. I went up to loners and made small talk.
We ended up exhausting the 100 nametags which indicates the evening was a success (this doesn’t count for do-overs or newcomers). The bar had a big ol Homorodeo.com banner over the outdoor liquor stand with drink specials. Plenty of folks unfamiliar with the site said they’d check it out and let us know if they were headin to any future rodeos.
Spirits were high. As the bar closed, I headed with a few folks for a bite of breakfast and wandered to my room, averting the gazes on the “Walk of Shame.”