Every now and then I fake bake. I haven't seen sun in awhile so the other night I tracked down a local place and went. I will post pictures later - It was that crazy.
It was like walking into a nightclub. In fact when I walked up to the store front I thought they must be closed the store looks blacked out. Then I heard the thumping dance music and spied the LED fake candles and realized they weren't closed - I'm just getting old. I walk in and seriously the theme was like "night groto creepy night club". I didn't know if I was going to be charged an additional cover charge or simply be denied entry.
I'm always amazed at how people peg people. When the gal showed me to my room she pointed out they had headphones and satalite radio...then Ming Chung...or "Mindy" as they call her offerred "I can tune in country music for you..." It's one of those moments where your smile drops and you blink twice like "did I just hear that?" But really what your thinking is "do I look like I listen to country music? WTF? I was raving before anyone new what raving was????" ....I said dance music was fine. She left. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror for like 3 minutes wondering where it all went wrong. When did the downward spiral begin and what was the crash landing going to be like.
Then I cracked open the door and yelled out into the busy lobby "I'm not going to get herpes from lying on these beds am I? They are kinda sticky...."
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