Had a couple of hours to kill before a flight out of Cleveland. What else to do but make a stop at the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame? What can I say about it, except that it's pretty comforting to me to know that Lady Gaga's meat dress and John Lennon's handwritten lyrics to Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds are under the same roof. JUST THINK ABOUT THAT, really hard. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my parents for never letting me listen to anything produced after about 1975 in the car until I was about 16. I think it is because of this that I was more excited about Beatles' suits and Neil Young's guitar than Britney's spangled VMA outfit. Though it WAS really sparkly.
Also, interesting thing I realized....
Number of Hall of Fame Inductees I've seen perform: 7
Number of Hall of Fame Inductees whose showers I've used: 1
Number of Hall of Fame Inductees I'm best friends with: 0. Until I make Siobhan Magnus like me and also become famous. Working on it.
ANYWAY, now I am in Iowa and alive, despite this B&B trying REALLY HARD to scare the crap out of me. Arrived late, greeted by the slightly kooky but very nice owner, with peanutbutter cookies. Good start. But then, shown to my room... which has this right outside the door.
SERIOUSLY? Heard softly playing classical music on a record player in the distance. (She asked if I wanted her to leave it on. NO. NO THANK YOU.) Whole place is decorated like it's right out of a horror movie. Pretty much had to shut the door, put on headphones, and try to fall asleep as soon as possible. Did I mention I'm the only guest?
Gets better though. I woke up this morning and realized... I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. No, not in a creepy deja-vue-horror-movie-way. Like, actually. I stayed in this place with my parents once. IN THE SAME ROOM. I realized I recognized the weirdo lamp and artwork on the wall. This would have been about 9 years ago. WHAT. Time warp. I hope it doesn't make me 16 and angsty. Or haunted.
Anyway, it's actually a nice place, and a lot better in the daytime. Except the creepy piano parlor, which I refuse to walk through, even in mid-day. And except for the weirdo bathroom, which features a clawfoot tub in the middle of a hardwood floor with a handheld showerhead and no curtain. I managed to "shower" this morning, but it wasn't easy, and I probably won't be attempting that again.
BUT I just found out that between my two info sessions tonight, there is the local homecoming parade! OH MAN. Small town midwestern parade.... there is no way I can miss that.
Whose shower!?
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