Post by Vicki on Jun 24, 2005 14:09:26 GMT 10
You know you are on the road, again when...
The bedspread in your room matches your curtains and is some kind of horrid pattern that doesn't show stains.
When the local TV news anchors are unfamiliar.
When you try, stuipdly, to order a healthy meal from the bar and grill in the hotel and you end up with disgusting greasy fish cooked in rancid butter, a salad covered in some weird dressing that resembles brown sludge, and the bruschetta you ordered is store bought pesto smeared on pre-frozen cheap garlic brad (bleauch).
You go to bed and wonder how many people have slept in the bed you are in, and what they did in it, and then you start feeling sick.
There is a phone next to the toilet in your bathroom.
The minibar fridge/ young tourists in the next room/ keeps you awake.
You get bored and write nonsense to post on Ozjazzforum to keep you amused.
You wish you were home.
The bedspread in your room matches your curtains and is some kind of horrid pattern that doesn't show stains.
When the local TV news anchors are unfamiliar.
When you try, stuipdly, to order a healthy meal from the bar and grill in the hotel and you end up with disgusting greasy fish cooked in rancid butter, a salad covered in some weird dressing that resembles brown sludge, and the bruschetta you ordered is store bought pesto smeared on pre-frozen cheap garlic brad (bleauch).
You go to bed and wonder how many people have slept in the bed you are in, and what they did in it, and then you start feeling sick.
There is a phone next to the toilet in your bathroom.
The minibar fridge/ young tourists in the next room/ keeps you awake.
You get bored and write nonsense to post on Ozjazzforum to keep you amused.
You wish you were home.
