Gosh, where to start. I have been really lazy about blogging. I finally went out and checked out the C.C. Club. I was a little leery, as no one here had been there, and from the outside, it didn't look like anything special.
Turned out to be exactly my kind of bar. A neighborhood bar in a punk neighborhood. Very laid back and relaxed, with the best jukebox ever, from Son Volt to Dropkick Murphys.
And yet I still can't get anyone to go with me. The following night was "girl's night out" at the hostel, and of course we headed downtown to Appleby's. It's hard to compete with two-for-one appetizers and free "mucho"-sizing of your drink. I'm trying to be snide and superior and all "down with corporations!", but the truth is I love it. Their perfect Margarita is to die for. And whoever invented boneless buffalo wings is
We drank, and chatted (mostly about sex), and flirted with the waiter, and drank some more, and chatted (entirely about sex), and drank, and had a grand old time. We staggered on home, after a promise to our nice waiter to be back next week. Next week. My last week. I'm getting a bit teary.
I'm also getting a bit excited. I can't wait to be on the road again! I've been checking out maps, and inputting my weird and wacky destinations, and I am about ready to bust! And Christy's going to be with me to see them! Yay!
The underwater Main street tour is coming up in this next leg of my journey, and something called God's Phonebooth. I wish I had written down what that was.
I have been cleaning out my car, as I never could have slept in it in the state it was in. That's the one thing I am not really looking forward to. I really don't mind sleeping in it, and it's really pretty comfy, but there are so many little comforts here that dear Tach just doesn't have. An accessible toilet first thing in the morning. Central heating. Room to sit up. Cable television.
Ahh, but it's worth it. So I shall head out at least once more. In two weeks my car may die and I might never get to New York, (yes, I am knocking on wood), but I shall make for the open road at least one more time ere then.