You heard me.
Me: “Hey. I need a single for the night.”
Her: “Smoking or non?”
Me: “Hahahahahaha! Is that really an option?!”
It’s weird how quickly we acclimate to changes in life. It’s been only just over four years since I moved to Washington, but the memory of Smoking Sections and Smoking Rooms has faded to the point where I almost forgot such things still exist. For a lark, I opted for the smoking room. And it STINKS. So much for trying to be funny. More on this motel later.
Well. Today was the day. Sean got his first taste of abandonment in the arms of the pedagogic elite. His eyes got big and his lip quivered a tad when his mother and I left, but he butched up and powered through the situation. It was amazing seeing him interacting with a group of his peers. With the exception of two other classmates, he’s inches taller than everyone in his class (the other two are still shorter, just not by quite so shocking an amount). All the other kids formed an orderly line and marched single-file like good little children, while Sean wandered around, cut corners and randomly darted forwards and backwards in line. No respect for authority, that one.
*beams with pride*
The good news is that the motel has free wi-fi (you think?) and decent cable. I’m sitting in the cool room, sipping some Jim Beam and watching the Langoliers (okay, I guess I could change the channel now). If I can stay awake long enough, I can catch the season finale of Futurama.
David Morse!
Alright. I’m trying to think of some things I want to add to the site, now that I’m actually in the mood to be productive and expand the offerings a little. I don’t really have any ideas, though, so if any of you have any suggestions, I’m all ears/eyes.
The shareef don’t like it…
