slumdog sleep inn. fing gross.

so the stuffed chicken breasts were amazing and i FINALLY got a noteworth response from the husband. B raved over them like he had never tasted cheese before. i was so proud i fell asleep. all in a hard days work ;)

so on the southern tour that is my anti-glam life i am sitting in a disgusting sleep inn in athens, alabama. so pissed. i didn't book my hotel room in huntsville in time and they were all booked because of some conference. this is a smoking room - it smells like the dunes hotel/casino in vegas ca. 1945. can't wait to roll into the health food store tomorrow am reeking of stale ciggies.

i have now laid out my clothes i wore today all over my side of the bed so that i don't touch a single linen in this flea bag. i wish i owned a gun...and a permit to have the gun...maybe if i drove around in a little motorhome with all of the convience and cleanliness of home instead of a civic. now that's something to think about for my little vagabond life! i might even put a "free bird" bumper sticker on it!

i guess for tonight i will listen to the magical melody of the fing freeway and let myself drift off to sleep. even though it is 8:09pm. the sooner i sleep through this nightmare, the sooner i will wake up and get the f out.

on a last thought, though. i look around places in these po-dunk southern towns that i go to and think, "how did i get from sunny, sparkly southern california to here?" and i am not one to judge a book by it's cover (well, i don't do it ALL the time!!!) but when the clerk in the hotel ISN'T WEARING SHOES i tend to wonder WHY, God, WHY?!?! is this a test? maybe. especially when i get to the dumpy room and the only channel that comes in clearly is MTV and there is a hills marathon on. RUB IT IN WHY DON'T YOU!!!