The Thousand Yard Stare

Day two…..second La Quinta.

This one wasn’t too bad. Not stinky, I could get in the door of my room without staff assistance…..unlike last night.

And yet, after the TV was on for several minutes, it went blurry. Blrrrry. Blrrry. It is a Zenith, so that makes sense. Our first nice large color TV was a Zenith.

My Lasik appears to have been for naught.

It’s a good thing I spend lots of time on free hotel Wi-Fi on Heartlessdoll.com rather than watching the boob tube.

I’m listening to the Travel channel in the background, I just got back from McDonalds (gasp) after I watched a highly skilled barista……er……employee press a few buttons on the fully-super-automatic-super-duper espresso machine (if you can call it that) that dispenses coffee and steamed milk at the same time.

In some paradoxical universe that occurs only in Louisiana, I’m heading in the direction opposite of any coffee shop no matter where we’re going.

La Quinta doesn’t have an attached bar/resturant so I may have to venture out in the rental car to booze up. So few words have such a positive impact. 😉

That blurry TV is making me ill.

Unfortunately, I was swept away from my home and am now spending a day or two in Louisiana…..working.

I wish I had a little more time – the only “fine dining” establishment I’ve been able to frequent is Popeye’s. With a fabulous looking restarant on almost every other corner, I’m fairly shamed that I haven’t been anywhere cool yet. If I wasn’t working 12+ hour days, I could maybe make it down to New Orleans for a Sazerac.

*sigh*

While Popeye’s does have some fine (Extra Sodium PACKED!!!) grub, I would like to be able to go somewhere where I can get fresh fish?

I have my camera, but it’s newfangled and I have to have a special cable to get the pictures out of it. I’ll try and snap some pics from the road.

As the cajuns would say, *mumble, mumble, unintelligible*!!

Detroit has an interesting way of labeling signs on the freeway. They don’t. The people don’t drive like maniacs, they just drive fast. Real fast. Not Austin fast, but Detroit fast. The speed limit is 70 miles an hour. All the time apparently. There wasn’t a night time limit which was also interesting.

There’s no grocery store near here. There’s a (regular) Target and a (regular) Wal-Mart. So right now I’m Lean-Pocketless. Bummah!

This time shift and the “fall-back” has me pretty screwed.

Whoo-hoo!!

Of course, I have to update in Chicago. There’s a 2 hour layover here. What else do I have to do?

There’s a dude over there that has a mohawk and he’s a huge dude. Huge. Fat. He’s wearing an Insane Clown Posse t-shirt, and has an Insane Clown Posse sticker on his sleek silver laptop. I’m guessing he likes Insane Clown Posse.

Speaking of which, I’m wearing all black again today. I don’t know why. It just happened.

Black shoes, black jeans, grey T-shirt, black Dickies shirt, grey hair.

This airport is pretty cool. It seems pretty laid back here. Which is nice. There’s a House of Blues kiosk that I’ll probably pick up some knick-knacks at for souveniers. On the way back. I’m a little loaded down right now. And I have to carry this stupid laptop around.

I got coffee here. There is some massive people eating massive food here. Not only is airport food expensive, but there’s a lot of it. Everywhere I look, somebody’s scarfing down something.

I wish I had some time to fool around in Chicago, it seems like a pretty neat town. From what I can tell of the airport anyway. Ha.