Oh yes, the weekend roadtrip and the Dane show kicked asssssss. I drove 500 miles and it was raining for pretty much all of them. We got stuck in some get-me-the-hell-away-from-work traffic on Friday afternoon but once we passed the 95/93 interchange we owned the road all the way up to Waterville, home of Colby College and not much else. We listened to Retaliation on the way, as Steve had never heard Dane's stuff before. By the time we finished the second disc we were way the fuck up north on a Lost Highway with no lights and we needed some driving music. More Than a Feeling, Living on a Prayer and Sunday Bloody Sunday did the job nicely.
Our lodging was provided by the luxurious Comfort Inn, which had a Big Buck Hunter arcade game in the back lobby. We checked in and asked what time the indoor pool closed. They said 9:00 p.m. (sweet, let's break in) and that the lights in the pool area turned off automatically (so?) and that chemicals would be released into the water (ahhh maybe not then).
We drove to Colby's miniature campus and asked a student where the gym was. He pointed and said, "Good luck finding parking." For a nanosecond we were like "Fffffuck," and then we passed the gym and saw a line of kids a quarter-mile long and then we were like "FFUUCCKK!" But the universe was benevolent. We found a space in a free lot easily. There were no parking attendants waving flashlights and directing us toward a distant horizon and charging $20 for the privilege. We walked down to the gym doors grumbling, "Fuck the line, are you kidding?" another, secret line started forming and we blended in and walked right in. It was already crowded but we went up to where we could see both the stage and the giant screen. It was hot as balls in the gym and we had bruised asses from the hard bleachers, but Dane was so funny that it didn't matter.
We were sooo close to meeting him. No, we weren't, but we could have been. Of course, we wondered aloud all night where he might be, whether he'd hang out somewhere after, whether he'd stay in a hotel or in a bus or what, and since Waterville was so small it seemed like he would just be around, but we didn't actively try to hang around and meet him. We went to Friendly's instead. The Friendly's was next to the Holiday Inn, and when we came out we noticed people hanging around outside. We thought it might be people stalking Dane, so we walked over. But it wasn't. The Holiday Inn had a lame little club in it and the people outside were all there to smoke. We cruised the nonexistent strip to see if there was any activity anywhere, but of course there wasn't, so we went back to the Comfort Inn and watched an HBO show about shocking foreign TV shows (piss power! naked old women grocery shopping for money! penis mold-making!).
Saturday we showered, dressed, and checked out, and it was raining even harder. We barrelled down 95, stopping at Denny's for some eats, until I couldn't take the lack of visibility anymore. Then we jumped onto smaller roads and meandered into New Hampshire, and I took us on a tour of UNH. Back into Mass. we stopped for ice cream and visited my parents. Exciting, yes? We got home exhausted but thrilled to still have Sunday to relax. Except I didn't relax, I drove out to Sturbridge with Mardi and spent the day shopping while Joe stayed home and did laundry all day. Then I watched Animal Planet. You have to see Jane Goodall's special on how animals talk. Have you seen it? That fucking bird! See it!
Oh yes. I am pleased to report that Joe has finally seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I know, I couldn't believe it either. And I couldn't help but feel partly responsible given that I have been in his constant company for the last seven years. But things have been righted now, so no more blame.
Our lodging was provided by the luxurious Comfort Inn, which had a Big Buck Hunter arcade game in the back lobby. We checked in and asked what time the indoor pool closed. They said 9:00 p.m. (sweet, let's break in) and that the lights in the pool area turned off automatically (so?) and that chemicals would be released into the water (ahhh maybe not then).
We drove to Colby's miniature campus and asked a student where the gym was. He pointed and said, "Good luck finding parking." For a nanosecond we were like "Fffffuck," and then we passed the gym and saw a line of kids a quarter-mile long and then we were like "FFUUCCKK!" But the universe was benevolent. We found a space in a free lot easily. There were no parking attendants waving flashlights and directing us toward a distant horizon and charging $20 for the privilege. We walked down to the gym doors grumbling, "Fuck the line, are you kidding?" another, secret line started forming and we blended in and walked right in. It was already crowded but we went up to where we could see both the stage and the giant screen. It was hot as balls in the gym and we had bruised asses from the hard bleachers, but Dane was so funny that it didn't matter.
We were sooo close to meeting him. No, we weren't, but we could have been. Of course, we wondered aloud all night where he might be, whether he'd hang out somewhere after, whether he'd stay in a hotel or in a bus or what, and since Waterville was so small it seemed like he would just be around, but we didn't actively try to hang around and meet him. We went to Friendly's instead. The Friendly's was next to the Holiday Inn, and when we came out we noticed people hanging around outside. We thought it might be people stalking Dane, so we walked over. But it wasn't. The Holiday Inn had a lame little club in it and the people outside were all there to smoke. We cruised the nonexistent strip to see if there was any activity anywhere, but of course there wasn't, so we went back to the Comfort Inn and watched an HBO show about shocking foreign TV shows (piss power! naked old women grocery shopping for money! penis mold-making!).
Saturday we showered, dressed, and checked out, and it was raining even harder. We barrelled down 95, stopping at Denny's for some eats, until I couldn't take the lack of visibility anymore. Then we jumped onto smaller roads and meandered into New Hampshire, and I took us on a tour of UNH. Back into Mass. we stopped for ice cream and visited my parents. Exciting, yes? We got home exhausted but thrilled to still have Sunday to relax. Except I didn't relax, I drove out to Sturbridge with Mardi and spent the day shopping while Joe stayed home and did laundry all day. Then I watched Animal Planet. You have to see Jane Goodall's special on how animals talk. Have you seen it? That fucking bird! See it!
Oh yes. I am pleased to report that Joe has finally seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I know, I couldn't believe it either. And I couldn't help but feel partly responsible given that I have been in his constant company for the last seven years. But things have been righted now, so no more blame.
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So I take it you guys found your way out of the High School Play Curtain after the show??? Or is that too personal?
Well, the four of us shared a hotel room, so you decide.
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