Well if you read the entry before this you know where we are. The fun we’ve been having began on the trip down. We love to save a dollar here and so on our stop at the South Carolina Visitor Center on I-85 we picked up a discount room saver book. Most times we have been happy with the discount accommodations we find, well maybe not the one where Beatrice found a roach on her pillow, but we usually are. This time Beatrice spotted one for $29.99 in Charlotte. So instead of stopping in Greensboro, which is the halfway point, we trudged on the extra 2 hours.
Now the room was just so-so but the included entertainment was really something. We probably should have known we were in for a treat after reading that there were NO REFUNDS AFTER 15 MINUTES. Or by some of the more ‘unique’ looking characters of the cast.
After taking our lives in our hands going across the street to ‘Sugars’, for dinner and then back again, we noticed that the door to the room back to back with ours was open and the lights were on. Just the same as when we left. AND the same guy was sort of pacing around near it, and some young lady was fixing (or maybe re-fixing) herself in the mirror. BUT who really knows what goes on (wink,wink).
Once back in our room we were treated to a philosophical dissertation on life by some black sounding gent. I was amazed that for the duration of this diatribe he never stopped to take a breath. AND this part of our entertainment went on for well over an hour. I did wonder if there was anyone else in attendance but since Beatrice and i were comfy and tired we decided to forego finding out.
Next was a wonderfully heated argument from above us, complete with breaking glassware and crashing bodies. The climax was a splendid aria by the lead soprano directing to her fellow player to ‘get the f*** out’. With a slam of a door it was all over. We were a little disappointed that there were no encores.
While checking out, and conversing with the office Grey Parrot, we found out that if we had sprung for a few extra bucks down the street, we could have enjoyed live weapons discharges. BUT we opted for the savings since we get to listen to our intrepid hunters culling the deer population every evening at home.
Our final leg of the trip was interrupted by a detour to IKEA, not that we needed anything but as the bumper sticker says “We Brake For IKEA”.Once on the road again we ambled along, slowed by the usual day before Thanksgiving traffic.
Tomorrow, the saga of the Turkey Extravaganza.