Soooo... those motel walls... they're... uh... pretty thin... eh!
We drove 13 hours yesterday, from Redding, Cali to home and by 9:00 last night I thought I was going to die!! Not because of the car ride, you see, but because I didn't get a WINK of sleep the night before. Okay, maybe a wink, but hardly more than that. I'd say a total of two hours, at the most! I went to bed at 10:00 in order to get plenty of sleep for my 5am wakeup call, and everything was going fine. Then around 1am I woke up with a start, my first thought being "oh my god! Someone's killing a rabbit!" but why would someone be killing a rabbit? No... it was not a dying bunny that had awoken me, but Mister and Missus Room 235, or rather more Missus 235 than Mister. Seriously folks... this woman was making noises I'd only ever heard coming from the mouth of a shrieking rabbit... and fair enough... everyone's entitled to having a bit of fun, and after discovering the motels flimsy pillows wouldn't block out the noise I merely waited till they were done then tried to fall back asleep. 1am turned into 2am and I was almost drifting off to sleep when at 2:45 they started it again. This time I was not so understanding. Kudos to Mister 235 for excellent stamina, but seriously! SOME of us need to get to sleep! So I'm thinking, 'okay, it's round two! How long could it possibly last!' Ohhhhhhh Marci, you poor duped fool! How long indeed! By 3:15 I was angrily plotting my revenge! I mean... I've never been so bored by sex since the last L.K Hamilton book I read years ago! It was worse than awful! Aside from the shrieking rabbit noises Missus 235 had ONE word in her vocabulary, "baby" and she must have said it a billion times over if 60 different pitches, and maaaaaaaan did I just want her to die!
By 3:20 I'd devised a plan that included me heading down to the hotel bar the next night, grabbing the first available male and making Mister and Missus 235 just as aware of my personal life as I was currently becoming of theirs, and I can think of plenty of other things to say besides "oh baby!!!" But as the dying bunny noises died down and Mister 235's guttural "yeah" marked the end of THAT round... I decided there were too many holes in my plot for it to work, such as the fact I was leaving at 5am and merely wanted to get home, not have pick up a complete stranger in order to get revenge. *sigh*
At 4am I decided sleep was not going to happen, so I turned on the light and started reading. 5am the phone rang for my wake up call, and headed into the shower making sure to make as much noise as I could... as an after thought, I really wish I hadn't, as I emerged from the shower to, you guessed it, "ohbabyohbabyohBABY!" and I couldn't help it, I screamed out "FUCK! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" but they either didn't hear me or they did and there was no turning back... either way there wasn't so much as a pause in action. So I quickly got dressed and went down to meet everyone for breakfast. But i couldn't eat. I was too angry with the whole thing, so I ducked back up to my room before checking-out, grabbed the clock radio and moved it to the table right beside the door that was between our two rooms, turned the radio on low, found the local Indian Pop station, set the alarm for two minutes from then, turned the volume all the way up, and checked out of the hotel. It wasn't much, but it was satisfying none the less!
To be more to the point... that might have been the worst night ever!!!!
By 3:20 I'd devised a plan that included me heading down to the hotel bar the next night, grabbing the first available male and making Mister and Missus 235 just as aware of my personal life as I was currently becoming of theirs, and I can think of plenty of other things to say besides "oh baby!!!" But as the dying bunny noises died down and Mister 235's guttural "yeah" marked the end of THAT round... I decided there were too many holes in my plot for it to work, such as the fact I was leaving at 5am and merely wanted to get home, not have pick up a complete stranger in order to get revenge. *sigh*
At 4am I decided sleep was not going to happen, so I turned on the light and started reading. 5am the phone rang for my wake up call, and headed into the shower making sure to make as much noise as I could... as an after thought, I really wish I hadn't, as I emerged from the shower to, you guessed it, "ohbabyohbabyohBABY!" and I couldn't help it, I screamed out "FUCK! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" but they either didn't hear me or they did and there was no turning back... either way there wasn't so much as a pause in action. So I quickly got dressed and went down to meet everyone for breakfast. But i couldn't eat. I was too angry with the whole thing, so I ducked back up to my room before checking-out, grabbed the clock radio and moved it to the table right beside the door that was between our two rooms, turned the radio on low, found the local Indian Pop station, set the alarm for two minutes from then, turned the volume all the way up, and checked out of the hotel. It wasn't much, but it was satisfying none the less!
To be more to the point... that might have been the worst night ever!!!!