Excitedly, he checked out everything from a large sailboat to a motor home. He settled on a lovely fully furnished home nestled in the woods. He found it on the Internet (red flag). We arrived late. For the right effect, start humming Hotel California…. “My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night.”
I switched on the nightstand lamp and noticed a book propped against it….a small journal. Yes, I couldn't resist opening it. Only three pages were used. Strange poetic passages that all ended with death. Then I glanced over at the awful picture hanging next to the bed. I wondered if it was a sacrifice, or grief stricken people lying at the feet ofsomeone who died. Perfect for sweet dreams.
Still humming the words from Hotel California….”You can check out any time you like but you can never leave”. We stayed. It was fun in a brand new way. I learned a big lesson about being a control freak: you may get just what you want and miss out on something far better. I can’t wait to see what Thom finds next. The Best Western is just way too predictable for me now. Got travel plans? I’ve got the perfect guy to plan it.