| For the most part our trip to Austin has been great. The pups had a good time at dog park. |
The only downside to this little junket has been our sleeping accommodations. Which have, to say the least, been lacking. What is it with us and beds when we travel? We got to Brett’s apt. Fri. to sleep night only to discover that Brett had no bed. He said he had a bed. In fact what it was was a box spring. By the time we got there and I made this discovery I was exhausted. I can do this. It’s just one night. Right? |
Brett remembered that his friend had an Aerobed. “Would that do?” Doug asked me in a semi snotty tone. Lucky for him he didn’t add the word “Princess” or “bitch” off the end of that question. Arrangements were made for the Aerobed bed. We headed back for Brett’s place. |
| It’s not an Aerobed. It was an air mattress like you’d take camping. Is it better than just sleeping on a box springs? Probably. Is it like sleeping at a lowly Motel 6? Not so much. God I wanted to go to a Motel 6. |
Man, I never, ever thought I’d be hearing myself say that. |
Around midnight I get up to get a drink. Getting out of that bed was like trying to extricate yourself from a giant marshmallow. I went to check on Doug. He was asleep. Soft porn was on TV. I woke him. “I was watching My Cousin Vinny.” he said. I think he was watching “I did my cousin Vinny.” I could care less. Read more at bodaciousboomer.com |
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