About to return…
Sitting here, 11 hours before my return flight, I’m looking out my window at the memorial I just left. National WWI Memorial and Museum. Well worth the trip… and the price of admission.
The rest of this town though, eh. It’s nice, it’s clean, but where I am there isn’t much to do when you don’t have a car. Everything closes at 6 PM minus a few restaurants, drinks are far too expensive to use as entertainment, and the TV sucks.
My last resort for entertainment, the free Internet in the lobby, got ruined by this infestion of wannabe cougars and soccer moms selling crap jewelry and bringing it all to a convention here. So the lobby is flooded with these yap-yap-yap, where are you from, that’s pretty, I should sell that BS and a bunch of drunken women taking every seat in the sports bar.
Oh well, it lets me sleep more. 5 AM wake up call, 9 AM flight, back home by 2:30 on Thursday, and back to the rat race again… more REED fun than you can shake a stick at after pointing yourself in the eye with it.