If you ever get to Colorado Springs, I'll take you on a whirlwind tour of Garden of the Gods and Pikes Peak. If you get to stay longer, I'll take you to the top of Pikes Peak (14,110 ft) and get your a world famous high-altitude donut (the recipe doesn't work at the base of the mountain).
I completely believe you about the Imodium. That would be awful.
That hotel should have had deep fried ravioli on the menu, the one food St. Louis is famous for. Damn I am disappointed for you. Who knew the life of a writer was almost identical to the life of a focus group moderator, travel-wise.
I’m curious as to what danger lurks on that seemingly innocuous street. What has the doorman seen that prompts him to warn guests of the street like some kind of cloaked sage from a grim fairy tale?
To share and relate, when my family heads down to The gulf side of Florida to work our continued concession stand season after Ohio’s has completed, fast food and gas station meals (or left overs from the stand) are your meals. My Uncle knows every little dive, donut shack or family rib joint by heart at each spot we stay. It’s nothing but hotels for months. Once, waking up at just the right time, I was drinking coffee on the baloney of whatever hotel we were at and was able to see a space shuttle launch. The most fun I ever had was meeting up with locals to go swamp buggy-ing down in the Everglades. The sun setting was movie-esque and the colors were vibrant purples, blues, oranges—yellows— colors this Ohio girl only sees muted in the skies here. We stayed in rented mobile homes, fished for mullet for dinner and had drinks in the tiki hut after serving up the most effing seafood I’ve ever seen in my life fly out of our stand. Watching GIANT grouper come off fishing boats was like being at the Natural History Museum in Pittsburgh. Beautiful colors or red. Had the best damn crab cakes ever at the warf. Man— rockstar life of a concession stand family is cool. Rascal Flatts played the festival that year— they had dinner from us, but they were kindah grumpy and complained about the quality of people in the Everglades. I loved it.
When I worked as a sculptor we did installs over the Christmas period. We'd get to a shopping centre and we'd set up these big grotto scenes and construct massive Christmas trees and hang giant presents from ceilings.
We'd work through the night like elves.
In the morning, we'd have breakfast before going to bed. We'd wake to eat curry or pasta or steak or fish. Then we'd work through the night again. We'd only see airports or vans before working in an entirely different empty mall.
When I say I've been to Belfast, I mean I've seen the airport.
When I've been to Glasgow, I've been in a hotel.
I understand transience. It's not the same as travelling.
When you are on these book tours you should space them out that way you get to enjoy the city you are in. Why travel if you can't see the people or the places. That would be no fun for me
Chuck, I didn't realize you took so many pills. Do you feel this helps your creative process at all? Don't worry I'm not getting any ideas here, I'm curious though.
Central West End is niceLeft Bank Books is amazing! Feel bad that you didn’t have a chance to enjoy the area more. And sadly the doorman gave sage advice.
You wake up at Chicago. Or Baltimore. Or tomorrow is Philadelphia. Lose an hour, take some ambien, gain an hour. That's hectic.
Wouldn't you prefer atleast a day in each city? Hopefully the Metaverse can fix this issue, one could be able to holoport himself to both Chicago, Baltimore, Philadelphia and Milan during a slow Sunday afternoon.
What tour was this, do you remember?
If you ever get to Colorado Springs, I'll take you on a whirlwind tour of Garden of the Gods and Pikes Peak. If you get to stay longer, I'll take you to the top of Pikes Peak (14,110 ft) and get your a world famous high-altitude donut (the recipe doesn't work at the base of the mountain).
I completely believe you about the Imodium. That would be awful.
I imagine this side of the curtain gets old quick and "There's no place like home." could soon become your mantra especially in these times.
That hotel should have had deep fried ravioli on the menu, the one food St. Louis is famous for. Damn I am disappointed for you. Who knew the life of a writer was almost identical to the life of a focus group moderator, travel-wise.
I’m curious as to what danger lurks on that seemingly innocuous street. What has the doorman seen that prompts him to warn guests of the street like some kind of cloaked sage from a grim fairy tale?
To share and relate, when my family heads down to The gulf side of Florida to work our continued concession stand season after Ohio’s has completed, fast food and gas station meals (or left overs from the stand) are your meals. My Uncle knows every little dive, donut shack or family rib joint by heart at each spot we stay. It’s nothing but hotels for months. Once, waking up at just the right time, I was drinking coffee on the baloney of whatever hotel we were at and was able to see a space shuttle launch. The most fun I ever had was meeting up with locals to go swamp buggy-ing down in the Everglades. The sun setting was movie-esque and the colors were vibrant purples, blues, oranges—yellows— colors this Ohio girl only sees muted in the skies here. We stayed in rented mobile homes, fished for mullet for dinner and had drinks in the tiki hut after serving up the most effing seafood I’ve ever seen in my life fly out of our stand. Watching GIANT grouper come off fishing boats was like being at the Natural History Museum in Pittsburgh. Beautiful colors or red. Had the best damn crab cakes ever at the warf. Man— rockstar life of a concession stand family is cool. Rascal Flatts played the festival that year— they had dinner from us, but they were kindah grumpy and complained about the quality of people in the Everglades. I loved it.
Lol. Your setup and payoff of footnotes 4 and 5 was perfect.
Nothing is the same as it is outside looking in.
My god! That sounds...hardcore to say the least. How long is the average book tour?
When I worked as a sculptor we did installs over the Christmas period. We'd get to a shopping centre and we'd set up these big grotto scenes and construct massive Christmas trees and hang giant presents from ceilings.
We'd work through the night like elves.
In the morning, we'd have breakfast before going to bed. We'd wake to eat curry or pasta or steak or fish. Then we'd work through the night again. We'd only see airports or vans before working in an entirely different empty mall.
When I say I've been to Belfast, I mean I've seen the airport.
When I've been to Glasgow, I've been in a hotel.
I understand transience. It's not the same as travelling.
Still, pretty fun I bet.
When you are on these book tours you should space them out that way you get to enjoy the city you are in. Why travel if you can't see the people or the places. That would be no fun for me
WTF would you need Zolofts for? You the happiest guy I could imagine!
Chuck, I didn't realize you took so many pills. Do you feel this helps your creative process at all? Don't worry I'm not getting any ideas here, I'm curious though.
Central West End is niceLeft Bank Books is amazing! Feel bad that you didn’t have a chance to enjoy the area more. And sadly the doorman gave sage advice.
You wake up at Chicago. Or Baltimore. Or tomorrow is Philadelphia. Lose an hour, take some ambien, gain an hour. That's hectic.
Wouldn't you prefer atleast a day in each city? Hopefully the Metaverse can fix this issue, one could be able to holoport himself to both Chicago, Baltimore, Philadelphia and Milan during a slow Sunday afternoon.
yes yes and yes