So my review of the Days Inn Kodak looks like this:
The night manager spent about as much time outside smoking as he did behind the counter. The wireless internet touted on the sign simply didn’t exist. There was trash tucked away in the corner of the room. There was absolutely nothing for ten miles in every direction. My dining options were Wendy’s, Subway, McDonalds, and fucking Cracker Barrel. As if Kodak heard the stereotypes in my head and rushed to prove them, the radio stations in the area were split between country music, Christian music, or recordings of Sunday’s mass. My knuckles whitened and it dawned on me: this could be a dry county. I hadn’t seen a single bar or restaurant that contained a bar. A lit Bud Lite sign in a gas station window soothed me, and I sought the only solace I’d have in this ironically God-forsaken town.
When I got back to the hotel, I noticed a trio of people sitting on the curb with their feet in the grass. From a distance they looked kind of youngish and I figured I might as well make the best of things and see what they had to say. As I approached, I noticed two of them were female, something I had trouble figuring out from afar. That was Bad Sign 1. Bad Sign 2 was that both of them were extremely pregnant. I asked the guy what there was to do around here, and he said “Oh, plenty. There’s …” and then he started mumbling incoherently. I nodded. “Badass. Well, I’ll check it out later. Thanks.” Thus, I returned to my room where I sat, alone with my six-pack to comfort me.
I had an interesting moment when I was driving yesterday. As I was heading down 460 to Knoxville, Race The Sun came on my ipod with the song "460 to Nowhere" which I thought was poetic. No such luck today, but when I was driving I called Kris to tell her I'd be there in two hours. When I was a half hour away, I noticed that the road signs said "St Louis - 70 miles" - I had forgotten to turn my clock back an hour. It's weird driving back in time!
Kris and I caught up when I got in, and we baked a bunch of cookies and went to a pizza place. A little later on we caught up with a bunch of her friends and rode the metro (which was weird, because there were nearly a hundred college students riding the metro together, something I never got to see during my college years) to a bar in downtown St. Louis. We talked to a bunch of people and eventually headed over to a casino within walking distance. I set a $20 limit for myself because I had heard horror stories in the past, but I got bored of slot machines after $8 and just called it quits. We got a taxi back and she went straight to bed, so I'm sitting here on the couch, enjoying having internet for this brief moment, but we're hopefully going to tour the Anheuser Busch brewery tomorrow before I have to head out for Oklahoma City.
No idea why the font is weird, though.
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