It’s 1030PM and I am in room #116 of a slightly sordid hotel with Someone, waiting for the pizza boy or somebody like him.
This sounds like the start of something seedy but it is far from the truth. Someone is already passed out on the kingsize bedbug-free bed and he is not likely to wake for the Domino’s boy. I can’t remember when I last had a Domino’s pizza – decades I suppose. I am quite hungry; I could eat snake. Even if the pizza man is perfectly pulchritude he’s being pushed aside for pepperoni and onions.
We are slumming with bad delivery as the sit-down diners are all closed here in Kingman, AZ. This is stop #1 on our way to Cedar City Utah, where the Shakespeare Festival resides. Tomorrow we see Henry V and Julius Caesar.* There won’t be scotch but the weather should be delightful, certainly better than 111F back in Phoenix.**
Overnight stays in Best Westerns may conjure profligate action in the mind of Spo-fans. Our very long work days and a three hour drive have left us hungry and exhausted. I’m certain after gorging on nasty pizza I will sink like a rock and no romping through Cupid’s Grove as it were. I am OK with this. There is nothing like the slumber on the evening prior to a holiday when you know you don’t have to wake at any time. But we can not sleep in too late, for Mr. Chorus with his muse of fire starts at 2 and waits for no one.
Good night Spo-fans. Between shows I plan on reading blogs and finding up what everyone is doing. Avoid wickedness; abjure anchovies.
*It ends badly.
**Highs of 95; lows of 65. Practically sweater weather.