Survived another night with the ghosties. Actually, this one wasn't near as frightening as the first. For starters, there were people there the whole night, no rain and fog, and I was a bit more confident in my job. I did manage to sell a room on the basis of having a ghost, however. A couple walked in off the streets, asked me if I had a room, how cheap was it, and by the way, do I have a ghost for them? I guess my story was good enough, because they ended up staying the night. I'll have to check back with them and see if they got slimed during the night.
I have a new toy. After reading an article in Sport Rider magazine on the new high tech flashlights out there, I resolved to get myself a super stealth reading light. Thank god for WalMart. Their tagline should be "All the super-spy needs and more". For under 13 bucks I found a nifty little headlamp with a comfortable adjustable strap (yes, it leaves an intriguing mark of Cain on my forehead, but it's worth it), 3 LED lights, and a push putton that lets you tease the light into 5 different modes. I've found that the 25% mode is virtually unnoticeable from outside, and gives more than enough light to read my trashy novels. I may need a touch more for Proust, but that's a given anyway.
And if I am ever stranded in the middle of nowhere, all I have to do is point the beam towards the sky, turn on the strobe-help-me-the-fuck-out light and the Air Force will be on their way.
Oh, I do believe I never posted the results of the un-official, half-assed name my sleeping bag contest. We have a winner! Two, actually. He is now called Ruprict, the Puffy. My puffy Ruprict. I do so like a giggle before snuggling down in a cold harsh parking lot.
Last night I did my truck stop again, and thank god for that choice! Even though they NEVER stop playing crap 70s songs (I actually heard "Why do birds/Suddenly appear/Every time/You are near" about 30 times), it is worth it to be so close to an always accessible toilet. Normally this is not a problem. Yesterday, my bladder went nuts. From 8 PM to 10 AM I drank nothing; no alcoholic beverages, no tea, no nothing. Between 10 PM and 2 AM I saw a man about a horse a total of 5 times!! With repeat visits the next morning at 6 and 9. And these were not unneccesary visits!!
Really, I know you don't need to know about my bodily functions. I'm just a little dumbfounded. How is this physically possible? Where the hell did it all come from? And do you think I could get into Guinness? Or at least have an article in Scientific America written about this oddity?
I think it was the music.
Ask your sister to ask the doctor about all that little oddity. And I love the sleeping bags name.
Posted by: Kathleen | February 04, 2004 at 11:19 AM
Oh Beth, you know it's because you didn't name your sleeping bag Kevin! You're tempting the gods of fate you are. Soon, you'll have to pee in the hotel and when you sit down, you'll be sitting in the lap of a very confused Ethan! And won't that be an interesting conversation?
Posted by: jeff | February 04, 2004 at 01:02 PM
Dude, I totally use those headlamps to knit in the car when I'm on long trips and it gets dark. So I know what you mean about the "Mark of Cain". It made me laugh gleefully.
Posted by: Carrie | February 04, 2004 at 01:58 PM
Ugh.. dare I suggest bladder infection? (shiver.. those things are wicked..) Hope not..
Yeah, get Rachael to bring it up on her next date ;)
Flattered our family lingo is making it's way down there.. Puffy.. we all love our puffies (duvets) :)
Posted by: amy | February 04, 2004 at 07:02 PM