I'm sitting in an Illinois hotel "suite" (I use the word suite VERY loosely) right now. Our tub doesn't like to turn off; it takes some finagling to get it to work properly; there is not stove in our kitchenette (which could be my fault because I'm sure it said somewhere that there was not stove top here); and there is no door to close BBG off in her own little suite room so Jamie and I could have a nice night without having to tip toe around.
This is all after we drive for about, oh I don't know....12 gagillion miles of corn fields in Illinois. I now hate corn, popcorn, cream corn, and corn biofuel.
Partying at the Zaniers' for the past 4-5 days sure beats this.
Ciao.
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