Midwest Aftermath
It's 9:05 AM and I'm still in bed. I've been up since 6:15. I'm a raw mixture of jangled energy and bone-weary exhaustion. My brain is racing from all the stimulation of the last few days. Can't sleep. Not ready to get up.
The phone rings -- it's Steve. He's on his way to a concert reading of "MetaMarch", and wants to know if Eric wants to go with him. Eric can't answer the phone himself because he's asleep on the bathroom floor. He's been there the entire night. Evidently the cold tile floor was far better than my snoring. I can't believe he didn't wake me up. Now that's a buddy.
Newman meets us for breakfast. He thinks he's lost his coat. He can't find his wallet. We're all just BARELY holding it together.
We go back to the room to pack. We've forgotten the key. We convince the housekeeper to let us in by describing the contents of the room. Two half-eaten pizzas on the floor. Two dozen autographed posters on a chair. And an electric guitar in the closet.
We pack. We go down to Steve and Newman's room. They're packing.
Message on my phone from Nicki. Gotta go.
The phone rings -- it's Steve. He's on his way to a concert reading of "MetaMarch", and wants to know if Eric wants to go with him. Eric can't answer the phone himself because he's asleep on the bathroom floor. He's been there the entire night. Evidently the cold tile floor was far better than my snoring. I can't believe he didn't wake me up. Now that's a buddy.
Newman meets us for breakfast. He thinks he's lost his coat. He can't find his wallet. We're all just BARELY holding it together.
We go back to the room to pack. We've forgotten the key. We convince the housekeeper to let us in by describing the contents of the room. Two half-eaten pizzas on the floor. Two dozen autographed posters on a chair. And an electric guitar in the closet.
We pack. We go down to Steve and Newman's room. They're packing.
Message on my phone from Nicki. Gotta go.
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