Yes, you'd think I would've learned my lesson after a disasterous week in Tennessee, but no. Here i am in the great state of Arkansas. Specifically in room 132 of the DeGray State Park lodge. I drove down yesterday to help my folks with a trade show that supplies the gift shops for all the 50+ Arkansas State Parks. This is a big deal for them, and since I've depleted my savings on all these trips to the American South, it also counts as their Christmas present from me. Sucks for them.
It's also a big deal for me, because I tweaked my back Sunday morning and have spent the last two solid days on a consistent cocktail of Vallium, Darvocet, Ibuprofen and my last surviving Oxycodone. In fact, right now as I type this from my room which overlooks the lovely DeGray Lake, I am flying high as a kite after my continental breakfast of pills. I will have to start rationing, though as I'm down to just a handful of pills left, and it's a long (read: 10+ hour) drive back to Omaha.
But I did want to chime in and say that although I'm loopy and seeing trails I can tell that this is a truly lovely place. There's a nest of cardinals (the birds, not the Catholics) outside my window and they're fluttering around doing bird things. It's very serene. However that serenity is about to be demolished when I head to the convention center and peddle candles for the next 8-10 hours.
Some notes: Due to late registration I'm in a handicap accessible room, which means no tub, but a wheelchair-capable shower. This is exactly like the La Quinta the Weisenheimers stayed in when we auditioned for Disney in Orlando. My general take on it: It would suck to be in a wheelchair, if for no other reason than they lay out the room very poorly, I'm guessing from not knowing. The closet is in the shower, I shit you not. And the riser extension on the toilet seat makes you feel like you're 3 years old and being potty trained. Good news for a fetishist, bad news for people who need foot-plant leverage while they poop... I'm guessing, of course.
My room, although handicap accessible, is for some reason in the basement (ground floor from the rear). Strange that it's not on the main floor, but it does give me the opportunity to be next to the workout room (which will go unused due to my fucked up back), the pool/hot tub (which will go unused because I brought no trunks and won't have time anyway... and the fucked up back), and the "game room," I put it in quotes because they have four games in there. Atari's Pole Position 2 (with the rad 4-speed shifter), Ms. Pac Man, some Fritz Lang's Metropolis-inspired pinball machine and some multicade device. It's not lame enough to make the list of X-Entertianment's worst game rooms list, but it's pretty weak. I took a phone pic of the Pole Position and you can see it here. Enjoy.
As you can see, my phone takes great pics, but trust me, that's Pole Position II, right next to a weird robot-lady pinball machine.
That's it for me. My folks were going to come to the room and clean up about an hour ago. Still no show and the trade show opens in 28 minutes, so I'm going to man the booth. Give me strength, kids. I'll need it.
Meantime, Huzzah.
P.S. In other fanboy news, blogger Dave White read my blog where I name checked him (at docmarvy.com) and sent me an email. I am very stoked about this as he is the type of writer I would like to be if I was good. Okay, that's it. I'm starting to black out. Peace, babies.
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