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It's WAY more fun up here!

My "move" is complete. Since room rates are ridiculously high on Saturday, I decided I wasn't willing to pay $150 for a single night at Excalibur, and once Photoshop World was over, I'd move. The move is done, and OMG. I adore my new room! It's just nicer in every way. Prettier, quieter, better furniture, classier, with a fridge and a coffee maker and a desk and a smooshier bed. But the best part is that it's not in a tourist trap, it's in an actual neighborhood. So even though I was burned out on getting here, I wandered through many of the nearby stores and stocked up on pop and sandwiches and a wee bit of beer.

I was worried I hadn't planned enough activities, but there are so any things to do right here within walking distance that I can see I'll be plenty busy til I go home.

1. indoor sky diving - pricy, but I might need to do it anyway
2. reflexology foot massage by perky Korean girls - it's probably more like a foot massage than actual reflexology but I think I'd still like that. I'm intrigued because they never close!
3. eyebrow threading and henna tattoo - I think my eybrows would disappear if they tried to thread them but I'd be keen on a henna tattoo from a real Indian and not a hippy dippy
4. Ethiopian restaurant and market - this is across the street in an otherwise empty strip mall

On top of that...I'm actually willing to go swiming here because I don't have to then waltz through a big casino in my bathing suit like a jerk.

This type of stuff, other than the skydiving, would not have been that big a deal in Chicago. But I don't live in chicago anymore; I live in Wisconsin, where the idea of "ethnic" means German, Swiss or Norwegian!
Getting here was pretty lousy. I had to get to a bus stop that was kittycorner from the motel I was at, and it was like a big absurd exercise in "you can't get there from here." I probably walked about a mile in 100 degree heat carrying my luggage (and the photoshop manual is bigger than a Madison phone book) and I had to take two catwalks, two escalators....it was hideous. The bus itself was a treat. Clean, airconditioned. Just fabulous. I'm sure I won't mind busing it around the city.



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Sep. 4th, 2010 05:36 pm (UTC)
How many more days are you staying?
Sep. 4th, 2010 05:37 pm (UTC)
Sep. 4th, 2010 05:38 pm (UTC)
Jase. <3 HI, honey.
Sep. 4th, 2010 05:39 pm (UTC)
Love you!!
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
I'm leaving obscenely early Wednesday morning. Though I've been waking up at 3:30 a lot lately so that may not matter. I planned all my timing to avoid hitting rush hours in Madison on my drive home. So I still have 3-1/2 more days to do stuff! I think tomorrow may be a skydiving kind of day.
Sep. 4th, 2010 05:36 pm (UTC)
You will have to let me know if your foot massage comes with a happy ending. :)

Sep. 4th, 2010 07:03 pm (UTC)
HAHAHA, back when I had a day job, one of my co-workers was getting a facial with a massage in preparation for her daughter's wedding, and I asked her if she was gonna go for the "happy ending"...and then wondered if I'd just gone a bit too far.
Sep. 4th, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)
haha! that could have put a whole new meaning to the facial part too.
Sep. 5th, 2010 02:43 pm (UTC)
I immediately thought of L.B. Gregg's book Happy Ending when I saw these comments. That starts out with a massage scene, and it's a doozy.
Sep. 4th, 2010 05:52 pm (UTC)
You realize I am still dying of curiosity about the photo you took and teased me with????? :)
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:04 pm (UTC)
It is TOTALLY all that and a bag of chips.
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:05 pm (UTC)
You are SUCH a tease!
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)
I'm practicing my suspense-building technique ;-)
Sep. 4th, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)
What an ordeal to get there. Glad you upgraded for less money. Enjoy all the touristy stuff.
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)
The south strip is so not my thing. I was chatting with the liquor store girl and she thought so too. Like minds! I did see some kid spazzing out at the Walgreens, ranting at the manager. I couldn't tell if he was being drunk, surly, schizophrenic, an asshole, or what. He wasn't making sense. Ah city life. Sometimes I think I could live in a city again.
Sep. 4th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Well, I know there's no way in hell I could ever live in the country again. 18 years was my life-time limit.
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