Never Saw It Comin'
How, after my last "choir tour is so predictable" post could it happen? I'm still trying to figure that out, but I'm not complaining about it, that's for sure. The unheard of occurred. It was frighteningly fresh, shockingly surprising, and really kind of nice.
I love staying in homes. I have Christian friends all over this nation who have allowed me to sleep in their beds and eat their food. But every once in a while it's nice to get to stay somewhere other than a home. Somewhere nicer than a home. Where you don't even have to make the bed because some lady with a walkman and a foreign accent is going to do it after you leave. Hotels are really nice on tour. But you don't get them on choir tours. At least, not until now.
Yes, Chris Fitzsimmons, Matthew George, Andrew Riis, and Me Myself were the fortunate souls blessed with the keys to room 130 at the Baymont Inn Thursday night. We used them and enjoyed it. Several girls, Dr. Ledgerwood, and Mr. Harrison all got to stay in hotel rooms as well (each in different hotels, of course--always above reproach). The pool and jacuzzi were closed for repairs, but we didn't mind much since we hadn't exactly planned to swim when we were packing. Instead, we just watched basketball, ordered pizza, and used the free wireless. And slept. Late.
It's a new tour. Conventions have been broken that may never again be unmade. I think I know how Remus felt when their wolf-mother helped Romulus best him in their fight: "Those things just don't happen." Happily, though, they do sometimes, 'cause if they didn't there would have been no Rome, no Italy, and no pizza for us eat in a hotel room that wouldn't exist. We'd have been eating gralic from Reme in a farmhouse. And that wouldn't have been blogworthy.
At 1:48 PM,
Chelsie and I got to stay in a house all by ourselves, does that count? The only problem was that even though the lady had a pretty sweet TV, she didn't have cable, and the only movies she had were Little Women (gag) and Pooh's Great Adventure (need I say more). Seriously, what's the point of a cool TV?
At 8:59 AM,
wolf mothers have incited much interest all around the blogging community. What is the connection between the wolf mother and the pizza? And...what are you really trying to say about farmhouses? I think you have a deeper message here if you will only stop and explore the innermost feelings of your being.
At 3:05 PM,
RuthAnn and I made do, however, and fell asleep to "Celtic Women." You have to admit, that sounds pretty exciting, huh?
At 9:18 PM,
Cass: No, the house to yourself doesn't count—you had to make your own beds. And you didn't even have cable.
Bobbi: Didn't mean to offend you gralic-lovers.
Dave: Reading up on the legend surrounding Rome's founding may clear up the wolf mother mystery. And I'm afraid your deconstruction skills need honing, though you are welcome to practice them on my blog any time.
Chelsie: No comment.