the reservation

When I called a few weeks ago to reserve a hotel room at Days Inn for this weekend in Mount Pleasant I told the clerk I would call back since I needed to think about it first. He informed me he couldn't assure a room if I waited to book a reservation as the motel was filling up rapidly. Naturally I went ahead and confirmed the reservation thinking I could cancel later if necessary. Well of course everyone knows by now I made the trip after worrying about weather conditions for ten days, ("almost" needlessly since it did do some thunder and lightning on the return trip).

 

Once Bryan and I checked into the motel by a clerk who didn't know where the nearest gas station was (an Exxon was RIGHT next door) we went to the pool from 3- 4:00. No one was there but us and two stray kittens who were eating some "raw meat" some one left there, then we went to dinner at the Motel's grill at 5:30. A dark place with juke boxes, a dance floor, flashing mood lights and bar tables No one was there, except for the waitress (all tattooed and pierced) a cook and one homie watching sports. At least dinner wasn't delayed.

 

In our room, which was in the back out of view of the main thorough fare, we didn't get cell service connection, and noticed no cars were in the parking lot but ours...and we observed the sky was darkening accompanied with the smell of rain in the atmosphere in preparation for night storms. Just the kind of night for Frankenstein and Dracula movies.

 

Thank heavens for Bryan and his knowledge of zombies. He said the conditions were ripe for a zombie attack. No communication except internal to the motel desk (where the brain dead clerk was), we were the only occupants of the motel except for the afore mentioned raw meat eating stray kittens, and an over cast threatening sky.

With Bryan's expertise in Zombie behavior we slept with our guns under our pillows for precautionary measures, all we needed was one shot to the heads to bring their dead bodies down. NOT. Actually the reruns of the Golden Girls, Frazier and I Love Lucy delivered us from harm! Thank you Lord for cable, if the zombies were roaming around last night, we didn't hear them over:

 

Thank you for being a friend

Traveled down the road and back again

Your heart is true you're a pal and a confidant

 

And if you threw a party

Invited everyone you ever knew

You would see the biggest gift would be from me

And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.