Travel Journal - Day 3

» September 28, 2004 9:37 AM by Nicole

Day 3 - Gimmie Shelter
Sunday, July 17th, 2004

YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERY DAY - Rick (the sexist hillbilly) told us that if a dead body drowns in Lake Tahoe it doesn稚 float. It痴 so cold that the bacteria does not exits to produce gas to bloat the corpse. It sinks and fish eat it. Thanks so much, Rick. Sounds yummy. Way to put us at ease. Is this turning into a Sam Shepard play? If so, will I find out that Jessica is my sister?

EXCUSE ME? - We wouldn稚 be able to conduct any business with the car until Monday. We were going to have to stay in the town of Truckee for (deep sigh) a few days. Rick laugh-grunted and suggested we stay at his place. Um, no thank you. We waltzed up to a Holiday Inn and asked for a room. An overly cheerful clerk said, �$179 per night.� Excuse me? Did you just quote me a HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE DOLLARS PER NIGHT TO STAY IN THIS WEIRDO, KOOKY, DESOLATE TOWN OF TRUCKEE, CALIFORNIA??? The clerk痴 face was one big smile with a million teeth as she said, 釘ut we池e all sold out.� Excuse me? I-I-I must be going insane. Did you just say that this Holiday Inn in TRUCKEE is ALL SOLD OUT? Jessica and I burst out laughing in a fit of, 展hat the hell are we going to do?�

THE ALPINE COUNTRY LODGE � We approached the pealing paint, busted windows, and pointed-green roof with trepidation. It looked like a broken down Disneyland ride. We walked into the office and met Chris, a VERY laid back dude with piercings galore, tattoos and an obvious history of LSD usage. He had a friendly yellow dog named Charlie. Charlie had an unusually large scrotal sac. Jessica even exclaimed, 典hat dog has the largest testicals I致e ever seen.� The Alpine Country Lodge was only $60 per night and we had no other option.

HOW COZY! � Jess entered the door first and went up the stairs. As soon as I heard her say, 展ow. Look at all this space,� I knew the room was small and cramped. Sarcasm is a churlish form of humor and she is skilled at it. This 8 X 10 ft space with unbearably low ceilings, a musty smell and a filthy bathroom (with lots of friendly insects) was to be our shelter. However, there was cable.

BEER...IT'S WHAT'S FOR DINNER� There was a mini-mart within walking distance that sold beer. Finally, some GOOD luck! We bought beer. We bought copios amounts of beer. We ordered pizza, got schnockered and laughed at our situation. The car was toast and this trip was imploding upon itself. I was crushed, but I didn稚 want to show it. I WANTED TO WATCH SOUTH PARK! Tomorrow we値l figure out how to junk the car, get out of this town and travel to the East Coast. Tonight, we watch Cartman pretend to be retarded so he can participate in the Special Olympics.

To be continued...