Staying in scary "Dream Lodge"

After Driving 782 miles yesterday, we stopped for the night about fifty miles outside of Dallas/Ft. Worth, just after 10:00 P.M. For those of you that didn't figure it out already, The "Stardate" in those "Cap'n's Log" entries is the Odometer reading in my Pontiac Vibe.

This is the post I composed on my laptop last night from the hotel room. I didn't get to post it at the time for reasons that should soon be obvious. Hope you enjoy it... I know I didn't!

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I am sitting in my hotel room at the "Dream Lodge" in Greenville TX. They have a TV with bad reception and no remote control (channel Surfing from within arm's reach of the screen can give you a whopper of a headache, by the way), the bathroom is tiny and stained, with every surface in it having been "Repaired" at some point in the last 65 years by either applying More Paint, More Caulk or Both, and there are what appear to be cigarette burns in the polyester comforter on one of the beds. Free Wireless Internet? Not so much, Really.

The worst thing, though, is the shady cast of characters that are just outside my door, probably doing drug deals less than eight feet away from my head. I am in room 109. The guy in room 108 is sitting in a lawn chair outside at 12:30 at night, with his right elbow on his doorframe and his left elbow on mine. As I walked past him to enter my room, he told me to let him know if I "needed anything". I have never needed anything less. The guy is still Sitting right at the threshold of my door, and occasionally talking very briefly to different people who approach. After midnight. In the middle of nowhere, in the boonies of Texas.

The place looks, from the outside, like the hotel from the movie "Vacancy". The one where all the strangers stranded in the rainstorm get stuck at the hotel and killed off one by one? yeah, that one.

-------- Daily Haiku of the Day -------

Won't sleep much tonight
I so can't wait for daylight.
I want my mommy.....
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(late update: after finally calming down enough to fall asleep @ around 1:00 A.M., I was awakened by my room phone @ 3:00 A.M. - The voice on the other end was young, male, and quite likely high, and simply said "Whass goin on?" I told him he had the wrong room and rolled back over. I think he was looking for Jay and Silent Bob next door in 108.)