september Washington DC trip ... just a few more steps...
Last night we had a lovely dinner of Lasagna with Bethann, Wilard, and Jeanette. Small, nice and quiet, understanding too, I rushed down last to the table because I was painstakingly catching up on journaling. Anyway, after being accommodated for a third meal, we tried to show our extreme gratitude, and rush off to Baltimore once again. After much driving, though not to bad, we made it to the ghetto, and circled, circled, circled around and around and around for Aunt Rebecca’s Bed and Breakfast, a different place from the first one, recommended by the second trumped of the Baltimore symphony who coincidentally sold Cutco Knifes to Doug just before I was born! Anyway, we arrived finally and we kept up by idle chit chat of Rebecca and funny little husband who’d already told us everything we needed to know. Doug finally cut in and got us to the third floor somehow to bed. This Bed and Breakfast is quite nice, not golden, but very nice. With many more personal touches, the living room has a Santa Clause figurine collection, and they have old fashioned portraits of themselves when they were young. The artwork is unique and varied, and there’s Wifi so I can swelter in my depression!
I didn’t really sleep; surprisingly not do to the backfiring cars, shouting homeless, or insane gang activity, but because of a little clicking/ticking noise that I still cannot identify or source. I was gracelessly perturbed from my strange daydream this morning by Laura who had to tearily explain to me that her knee was smashed outrageously by Doug’s knee. So now let’s list Laura’s injuries: once, her right arm can’t be lifted all the way because she’s out of fiddle practice; two, her right ankle which phantomly re-sprained; three, her left knee; four her menstruation/hemration; five her brain……
She also had to take note of Doug’s inability to answer her calls, and that he did in fact have all the blankets to himself. I could barely handle this tirade of unhappiness considering she has no idea that I’m this close to slitting my wrists. I finally threw myself into the shower to get away, which had a great showerhead, but insane clear plastic curtains on either side which stuck to you like a shrinking garbage compactor. I quickly ran down the tilted ancient stairs that start out carpeted and then end in hard wood to the dinning room of cute gander, after throwing on a raggedy dress and tying my hair up into a knot. I was welcomed by Aunt Rebecca who introduced me and then introduced everyone else, all with “Into The Woods” blaring in the background. To my left was when I sat down was Russ, and his wife Carol decked with rainbow finger nails like how I look when leaving a rite aid and feathered dyed hair all trademarked by the UK from where they hailed from, across from her was Carolyn a shrunken beaten down, but strangely voiced little old woman, and her Texan husband Van who explained that global warming was simply the natural cycle of things, to his right was Laura and to my left was Doug at the head of the table. We ate assorted fruit, and drank Earl Grey accompanied by Orange Juice and Water. We then stuffed ourselves on homemade crepe things that were very confusing. They had egg in them and strange little puffed corn things, yet on the outside was whipped cream, almonds and some clear liquid that tasted like marzipan. This was accompanied by three slices of bacon all of which were cooked differently, light, medium, and crispy.
I don’t know how we’re going to get anywhere or see anything today if laura’s bum, and Doug’s rehearsing in the Baltimore Hall that I don’t know the proper name of...i don’t even know where Laura is at the moment. So I’d better find her.
:’( I feel like one hell of an ungrateful brat, but this has been the most horrible trip of my life. I’ve seen a lot, but it’s gone unappreciated not only because of the whirl wind speed of it all but because of the extreme tension, pain, stress, and hatred in the air among us three retards. I wish to never see Doug or Laura again, not that I’m wishing them dead I’m just completely fed up with them and their fucked up ways, and am ready to disappear on my own; problem is, I’m so fucking dependent on them it’s cryable.
I didn’t really sleep; surprisingly not do to the backfiring cars, shouting homeless, or insane gang activity, but because of a little clicking/ticking noise that I still cannot identify or source. I was gracelessly perturbed from my strange daydream this morning by Laura who had to tearily explain to me that her knee was smashed outrageously by Doug’s knee. So now let’s list Laura’s injuries: once, her right arm can’t be lifted all the way because she’s out of fiddle practice; two, her right ankle which phantomly re-sprained; three, her left knee; four her menstruation/hemration; five her brain……
She also had to take note of Doug’s inability to answer her calls, and that he did in fact have all the blankets to himself. I could barely handle this tirade of unhappiness considering she has no idea that I’m this close to slitting my wrists. I finally threw myself into the shower to get away, which had a great showerhead, but insane clear plastic curtains on either side which stuck to you like a shrinking garbage compactor. I quickly ran down the tilted ancient stairs that start out carpeted and then end in hard wood to the dinning room of cute gander, after throwing on a raggedy dress and tying my hair up into a knot. I was welcomed by Aunt Rebecca who introduced me and then introduced everyone else, all with “Into The Woods” blaring in the background. To my left was when I sat down was Russ, and his wife Carol decked with rainbow finger nails like how I look when leaving a rite aid and feathered dyed hair all trademarked by the UK from where they hailed from, across from her was Carolyn a shrunken beaten down, but strangely voiced little old woman, and her Texan husband Van who explained that global warming was simply the natural cycle of things, to his right was Laura and to my left was Doug at the head of the table. We ate assorted fruit, and drank Earl Grey accompanied by Orange Juice and Water. We then stuffed ourselves on homemade crepe things that were very confusing. They had egg in them and strange little puffed corn things, yet on the outside was whipped cream, almonds and some clear liquid that tasted like marzipan. This was accompanied by three slices of bacon all of which were cooked differently, light, medium, and crispy.
I don’t know how we’re going to get anywhere or see anything today if laura’s bum, and Doug’s rehearsing in the Baltimore Hall that I don’t know the proper name of...i don’t even know where Laura is at the moment. So I’d better find her.
:’( I feel like one hell of an ungrateful brat, but this has been the most horrible trip of my life. I’ve seen a lot, but it’s gone unappreciated not only because of the whirl wind speed of it all but because of the extreme tension, pain, stress, and hatred in the air among us three retards. I wish to never see Doug or Laura again, not that I’m wishing them dead I’m just completely fed up with them and their fucked up ways, and am ready to disappear on my own; problem is, I’m so fucking dependent on them it’s cryable.