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To sleep on the floor of our bus is wonderful. On a job like ours, there are about 42 people on a bus with 52 seats. The more amazing actors and the more senior managers are assigned their own seats, as I’ve noted before, and those of us who merely melt hearts with sweetness are required to sit elbows touching the next hideous personality to our left or right. As I’ve said before, boarding our VIP (?!) coach fully loaded with cast and band is akin to viewing a waxen diorama of a murder-suicide. There are bodies and personal effects everywhere. I have two techniques:
(1) I sit perfectly upright and stuff the space between my left jaw bone and shoulder with fabric until I’m held, stoic, upright regardless of will. Then I cover this statue of myself with a purple fleece blanket, for modesty, and sun shading, while turning on the air vent so I don’t suffocate in this shroud.
(2) I place an average hotel issue pillow on the floor in front of my seat and twist sideways between the seat in front of me (which is always fully reclined (see earlier post)) and my own seat, squeezing through the bottle neck upon which we (i.e. humans and/or Greyhound passengers) we often inefficiently rest our thighs, and reaching the vast canyon beneath the seats. This is like one of those caves in South America that you have to skydive into; It’s that exclusive. I rest my hip on a pink pillow I found on the floor in front of me and wedge my feet between someone else’s legs and a leather bag that always seems to be across the aisle. Purple blanket may be used for privacy.
The latter is the better option for fewer interruptions and more fetal concentration with the goal of complete extermination of consciousness until we get to the mall.
Minneapolis turned into another jewel of the Midwest, a place someone should want to live. Upon arriving to a hotel (gic…I’m sick of sounding like the smart one), I disemboweled myself at a raw food restaurant called EcoPolitan. This was an amazing experience, and also involved two of my friends buying alternative menstrual devices, which very cool. Every woman should use one of those and I have an urge to buy them in bulk and stuff them in every well done bird I find, for evironmental reasons. Dinner was amazing. I think eating raw might be a better avenue for skeptics to eat a vegetarian and low impact meal. The food is very rich because many things involve dehydrated seeds or nuts.
There is a bar called Mackenzie attached to the building that houses the Orpheum Theater, which was really useful. The bartender on Tuesday night wore a Campagnolo t-shirt and road a fixed gear bike to work, which a ton of people do in MPLS. He claimed to be named Patty and so I imagined him to be from Boston. He spends half the year in New York City, which is common among counter workers there. He new exactly what to say to one of our lot who couldn’t hear the downbeat which would constitute her cue to begin singing: “Sounds like you need to start counting from the first thing you hear and forget about the band.” Good advice from someone only overhearing a conversation.
It was a long drive to Kalamazoo for a day off, and it was (!) worth it (?). When you’re only in a city for 12 hours, there is a strong urge to destroy the hotel. The bar next to the hotel is called Rugger’s Up and Under, or so I imagine, because I got a charge from a place with that name and I don’t know what else it could be.
(1) I sit perfectly upright and stuff the space between my left jaw bone and shoulder with fabric until I’m held, stoic, upright regardless of will. Then I cover this statue of myself with a purple fleece blanket, for modesty, and sun shading, while turning on the air vent so I don’t suffocate in this shroud.
(2) I place an average hotel issue pillow on the floor in front of my seat and twist sideways between the seat in front of me (which is always fully reclined (see earlier post)) and my own seat, squeezing through the bottle neck upon which we (i.e. humans and/or Greyhound passengers) we often inefficiently rest our thighs, and reaching the vast canyon beneath the seats. This is like one of those caves in South America that you have to skydive into; It’s that exclusive. I rest my hip on a pink pillow I found on the floor in front of me and wedge my feet between someone else’s legs and a leather bag that always seems to be across the aisle. Purple blanket may be used for privacy.
The latter is the better option for fewer interruptions and more fetal concentration with the goal of complete extermination of consciousness until we get to the mall.
Minneapolis turned into another jewel of the Midwest, a place someone should want to live. Upon arriving to a hotel (gic…I’m sick of sounding like the smart one), I disemboweled myself at a raw food restaurant called EcoPolitan. This was an amazing experience, and also involved two of my friends buying alternative menstrual devices, which very cool. Every woman should use one of those and I have an urge to buy them in bulk and stuff them in every well done bird I find, for evironmental reasons. Dinner was amazing. I think eating raw might be a better avenue for skeptics to eat a vegetarian and low impact meal. The food is very rich because many things involve dehydrated seeds or nuts.
There is a bar called Mackenzie attached to the building that houses the Orpheum Theater, which was really useful. The bartender on Tuesday night wore a Campagnolo t-shirt and road a fixed gear bike to work, which a ton of people do in MPLS. He claimed to be named Patty and so I imagined him to be from Boston. He spends half the year in New York City, which is common among counter workers there. He new exactly what to say to one of our lot who couldn’t hear the downbeat which would constitute her cue to begin singing: “Sounds like you need to start counting from the first thing you hear and forget about the band.” Good advice from someone only overhearing a conversation.
It was a long drive to Kalamazoo for a day off, and it was (!) worth it (?). When you’re only in a city for 12 hours, there is a strong urge to destroy the hotel. The bar next to the hotel is called Rugger’s Up and Under, or so I imagine, because I got a charge from a place with that name and I don’t know what else it could be.
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