Cleveland to Columbus

Meet Alan at Cleveland airport, and immediately head out on the highway. An uneventful drive, save the great conversation and a dinner stop at the ubiquitous roadside Cracker Barrel... finally we take the freeway exit for Columbus, then drive across town to the Days Inn. I'd bought the room the night before from a discount website, and judging from the neighborhood, I'm beginning to understand why I got such a good deal. When we get to the motel, the clerk is behind bulletproof glass. The woman waiting in line behind us has "Dirty Red" tattooed across her bicep (she doesn't have red hair, so I'm guessing that "Dirty Red" just might be that special someone in her life). We drive around the motel to our room, and unload all the gear from Alan's truck. All the while, Alan keeps muttering to himself over and over "...I don't care if they steal the truck...". Once we finish moving all the gear into the room, we barracade the door, and after a few hands of Gin Rummy and goodnight calls to the girlfriend (mine) and the fiance (his), we hit the sack.

(Who says the music business ain't glamorous?)