After a nice three day run, one in which I was sure the emcee and headliner would fistfight (they didn’t, sadly), I had two days off until the final show Sunday. I flirted with the idea of seeing some historical sites, but the only thing near me was a church someone met in once about civil rights (I’m not being callous, that’s pretty much what the Alabama historical landmark website said) and a place where the Creeks fought some white settlers 200 years ago. Looks like I’m shutting myself in the hotel/cell like a castaway.
I caught a movie one day, then went out to watch the Ohio State game at a bar. Nothing like watching your favorite team on mute on a small TV partially obstructed by a pole while the waitress asks you every 14 seconds if you’re good. Seriously, there are stripclubs where you get bothered less. I went to take a leak and one of the staff cleaned my table in the 73 seconds I was gone, including my half full beer. That was the breaking point – back to the cave!
By Sunday, I felt like the housekeepers were going to enter my room crucifix extended tossing holy water on me. I went for a 20 minute jog and they cleaned my room top to bottom, like they were waiting on me to leave. As if there was a stench or fog emanating from under the door. Then again, I’ve been here since Tuesday. They may just toss a match on the floor when I leave.