The Yarmouth Files
I’m stuck in a hotel room and supper is another twenty minutes away.
Well, I’m not stuck, but outside is Yarmouth, and it’s foggy (unsurprising) and well known, I have no desire to drive through old haunts or visit old friends
I really have no desire to do too much at all
In twenty minutes, I’ll meet at the lobby and head to supper. We’re going to a diner just outside of town. I know it for its hot lobster sandwiches. I decided I wanted to go to it for one of these sandwiches and somehow this became a “thing”.
Every night, when we’re on the road, there is “the plan”. For meals, for drinks, for entertainment, there’s the plan.
I don’t care if my yearning for a hot lobster sandwich strays from the plan, I don’t care if I go to the diner alone,
I have no desire to accommodate others.
I’ve holed myself in my hotel room for the last three hours reading Chuck Klosterman and wondering how long I could survive shut off from the world around me. Perhaps not survive, but at least stay sane. I think it would have a lot to do with the books I would subside on. I imagine going insane in the hotel room and I thank god I didn’t pick up the Hunter S. Thompson bio.
I have purposely avoided turning the TV on.
I fail at hotel rooms
My first room was by the stairs. I got three hours of sleep waking every time someone went up or down the stairs and let the door slam behind them. There is no elevator.
My second room is “not configured” for wireless. If I’m lucky, I can get a wisp of a signal by sitting by the door with my laptop (appropriately) on my lap. I’m not that desperate for the Internet, though I am confused on how every other room (including the one I left behind, two doors down and across the hall) can get wireless and I can’t. My knowledge of the IT world has plenty of holes, exploring the limits of wireless connectivity isn’t something I need to do.
My shower was cold this morning, but it might be just because the tap was installed at a bit of an angle, so that when I thought it was full blast hot, it was actually scrotum shrinking lukecold.
The rooms all look the same, only the view outside changes. Unless it’s Yarmouth and it’s foggy, in which case, the outside is a flat grey.