Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I'm Crass.

I might as well admit it out loud.  I am. 

I'm here in Tallahassee at a conference.  Tally is about 7 hours from FM, way up in the Panhandle of Florida.  It is super boonie-land up here, really reminds me of southern Indiana in many ways.  In fact, I-10, which runs the panhandle, looks a whole lot like I-64 in southern Indiana.

But I digress.

As much as I love hotels -- someone else to make my bed mmm mmm mmm -- I also hate them.  I hate the paper thin walls.  The petty annoyances of those around me just grate on my nerves.

Last night. 

Up later than I would normally be, after having my mind blown by LOST.  So there I am, trying to fall asleep while the room on the left of me is obviously having a conversation with someone in ANOTHER STATE as she is so damn loud, while the guy on the right of me is playing the TV at approximately 3 million decibels.  All this at midnight.

So how does this relate to me being crass?

Well.  Here we go.  Ugly truths about Athena. 

I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep.  This noise level has gone on since 10 or so.  I didn't mind while LOST was on (as I was concentrating) but at midnight? 

So I had some beers last night.  And beers make me gassy.  I would generally try not to release my gas in a grotesque or unpleasant manner, generally trying to either go into a restroom or hold it.  Even when I'm alone, I'm not big on behaving like a boor.

Last night I didn't hold back.  AND IT WAS SUPER DUPER CATASTROPHICALLY LOUD.  Think Elephant trumpet.  Times 10.

All the sudden, both rooms quieted down.   And I fell asleep.  Crass, crass me.

4 comments:

Jay said...

Nicely played...

Aleea said...

Thanks friend. Sometimes you just have to play the crass card.

Scully said...

I LOOOOOVE YOU!!!!!

Aleea said...

And I looooooooove you Scully :) Can't wait to see ya :)