So I thought I'd update the front page today, and in deciding to do so, read over my last entry... and while I'm not in a hotel room eating peanuts and watching poker.... I am in a motel room watching football- not eating though, I just got back from dinner.
Greetings from Middleburg Heights, Ohio.
There's no Bosnian food here. We went to the front desk and asked them to recommend somewhere "fairly nice" close to the hotel where we could get "something light."
Desk clerk: "Oh, they have really nice wings at BW3."
Ghost and Company: "......."
DC: "No? There's an Applebee's. And an Olive Garden."
G&C: "......"
DC: "Oh, you mean something fancy? We have eye-talian food in the city. It's two blocks away"
So we drove to the "city." I just wanted a salad, and I ordered one with the dressing on the side like I always do. The woman gave me a blank stare, walked away, and returned with a salad covered in dressing. And you know, I'm just too tired to point it out. I ate some of it, and she came back and berated me for not eating enough. And when I told her I didn't want it wrapped up (because I live in a motel) she just shook her head and went to get the check...
But as I'm contemplating what a strange part of the country I'm in this week- I realize that I live only four hours away, it's not like I'm in another dimension.
This really has no point, except the obvious point that I Want To Go Home.
Hope you all are starting your week off on a bright note- and that you're not in some small town with a maroon and turquoise quilt pulled over you while you lie in a strange bed. Because that would totally suck for you.
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