If I Went To Spring Break, Here's where
Niceville, FL is a place designed for spring break. There are miles of snowy white sand beaches, calm blue ocean, tiki bars, 3 foot deep pools with tiki bars in them, bungee jump platforms, waterslides with bars at the base of the queue and hotels. Now the only noticeable inhabitants are the elderly. They're wandering the streets propped up on canes and cruising in battery powered chariots from Waffle House to Walgreens. We are staying in one of the nicer hotels here, the Four Points Sheraton. It's right on the beach as usual.
The venue is out in the middle of nowhere at Okalloosa-Walton College. It's nice to play colleges because the local crew are young and awestruck by us. Nice to come into a building as a celbrity. They also provide more than decent kraft services, often with brownies and nut logs!
The trip here began yesterday before dawn in Sarasota. We loaded the bus, confusedly, at 6am under the Leonid meteor shower, and departed soon after for I75. I slept so not soundly that I had the impression that I was actually in a coma and feeling my brain knocking gleefully on the sides of my skull, begging for freeness (freedom? you say? Silly linguist, freedom is/was for Iraqis). Someone near me on the bus squawks intermittently while they sleep. We stopped at a couple rest areas along the way and it was notably colder every couple hours, with more Pines and no Palms. The stretch of I10 we traveled was very remote, often undivided and in very poor repair. Until last night at 10 CST, the driver had only 8 hours rest from the previous day at 10EST, 25hours previous. I'm sure this violates Teamster rules.
Tomorrow I'm off to New York City for a couple of days as the show is closed for Thanksgiving. I'm really looking forward to spending some time with Kathryn in a tourist mecca not also inhabited by my 55 entertaining coworkers. Also, big balloons. As a consolation prize, we've got another week at the beach in Tampa coming up before the christmas layoff.
The venue is out in the middle of nowhere at Okalloosa-Walton College. It's nice to play colleges because the local crew are young and awestruck by us. Nice to come into a building as a celbrity. They also provide more than decent kraft services, often with brownies and nut logs!
The trip here began yesterday before dawn in Sarasota. We loaded the bus, confusedly, at 6am under the Leonid meteor shower, and departed soon after for I75. I slept so not soundly that I had the impression that I was actually in a coma and feeling my brain knocking gleefully on the sides of my skull, begging for freeness (freedom? you say? Silly linguist, freedom is/was for Iraqis). Someone near me on the bus squawks intermittently while they sleep. We stopped at a couple rest areas along the way and it was notably colder every couple hours, with more Pines and no Palms. The stretch of I10 we traveled was very remote, often undivided and in very poor repair. Until last night at 10 CST, the driver had only 8 hours rest from the previous day at 10EST, 25hours previous. I'm sure this violates Teamster rules.
Tomorrow I'm off to New York City for a couple of days as the show is closed for Thanksgiving. I'm really looking forward to spending some time with Kathryn in a tourist mecca not also inhabited by my 55 entertaining coworkers. Also, big balloons. As a consolation prize, we've got another week at the beach in Tampa coming up before the christmas layoff.
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