Alison says that our
accommodations on these Maryland trips are going the way of an illicit love
affair. We started in February in a beautiful airbnb: a well-appointed
converted-barn-writers-retreat with a full kitchen, surrounded by beautiful farmland.
Now, in October, we’re in a mid- to low-level chain hotel with a minifridge and
microwave, surrounded by strip malls. “Let’s get this fucking over with!” I
joke, and we begin laughing so hard we’re crying. The rental car, too, provokes
the follow-up “What’s that smell?”, something we hadn’t noticed in the dark
airport rental lot when we just trying to get there already. The faintest whiff
of skunk, but there.
Yes, this. Let's just get it over with.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you and Alison have each other through this. And yes, at the current decay rate, you better hurry up. Bates Motel is lurking.
ReplyDeleteOMG, it's a Seinfeld episode!
ReplyDeleteI, too, am glad you have Alison.
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