last night in new orleans, we stayed in the dirtiest/worst hotel that i’ve ever been. this is quite remarkable because i’ve traveled alot and have seen my fair share of cheap lodgings. but never have ever stayed in a room where i literally slipped off of the toilet due to a seat that wasn’t even attached to the basin; never have i seen a floor that was so disgusting that i dared not to take off my sneakers (even while changing pants!); and NEVER have i been awoken at 5am in the morning by a chorus of dog howls coming from the adjacent room. let me repeat: there were freggin’ dogs that were whimpering and howling all night long! everytime someone passed their room, they whimpered and howled in a very sad way–i think their owner (whoever he is), locked them in there and never let them out. i want to call the spca on them. but that’s beside the point: the point is that there were an iditorod team in our hotel!
obviously, we didn’t sleep well that night.
we went to cafe du monde for some breakfast fare and to caffeinate our sluggish bodies. [break: we wrapped up our new orleans trip, and headed for memphis]
we were driving on I-55 and having the usual road trip conversation (h* was trying to convince me that mississippi’s official beverage is milk), when a silver honda passed us from the right lane. after making the pass, the car continued to drift onto the grass in the median. but the next thing was crazy: the car took a sudden right turn, cutting across our car, and heading toward the grassy embankment on the right–he’s obviously lost control. i will never forget the next few moments: the car crashed into the embankment and flipped 2.5 times–after the first flip, i saw a man thrown from the car (his body flying parallel to the highway, as if doing a cartwheel midair).
we stopped our car a few yards ahead–other motorists stopped as well. we walked back to the crash site and miraculously, all three guys were alive and outside of the car. they were all conscious, and if it weren’t for a few broken bones, they were all ok. the car, of course, was totaled. a trucker called for help, and when an emt arrived, we went back to our cars–shaken, and glad that what we just witnessed wasn’t tragic. those were some lucky guys!
needless to say, we took it easy for the rest of our trip to memphis.
quote of the day:
“when your fart smells like dry rub, you might be eating too much bbq” – H*
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