Roadtrip: Day 10

Day 10: Tuesday, 10:45pm

Marlboro(ugh), Mass.

That "ugh" you see in parenthesis after Marlboro is not a dismayed utterance at the appalling town. In fact, Marlboro is quite a cool place, and this Hampton Inn that we're staying in here is arguably the nicest place we've stayed all trip. No, the parenthetical piece that follows Marlboro indicates its alternate spelling, "Marlborough." Surprisingly, as informed by my father and confirmed on Wikipedia, both spellings are correct, in a fashion not dissimilar from doughnut and donut. You know if you spell the same word in two different ways and the word processor does not put that annoying-ass red underline that indicates a misspelling below either that you are in the clear. And each Marl checks out (although if either had, by chance, incurred a small red squiggly underneath it, an allowance for a proper noun can certainly be made. For instance, when I spelled "Hampton" up their a little while ago, and now just a few words ago, each time the name received a red line). 

At this point in the trip, we are just in the "getting-home" stage, which is sad. Everything culminated in Bar Harbor last night, I suppose. From here on out it's just long days in the car and rooms at Hampton Inns for the night.

But I've gotta say, these things are sweet. The room is lavishly furnished with a flat panel and excellent wood trimmings. The beds are quite cushiony, and my body sinks right into them. And oh yeah, we have TWO of them. As much as I love Preston, it'll be nice sleeping a bit further than two inches from his face. Needless to say, this beats the hell out of last night's stay. Even though we were in a sweet national park, it was still a tent, and I woke from a dream in which I was asking my father if he knew how to massage a back to finding myself in excruciating back pain. I don't know if it was the gravel we slept on, a strange position I probably curled up into, the unfamiliarity with sleeping in a tent, or a combo. But my back was screaming. I tried to lie down and stretch it out, but it just spasmed, so I had to get out of the tent and go walk around. It felt fine after awhile, but I feel like it is starting to hurt again. Likely that's just in my mind, HA. 

It will probably be a little bit before I fall asleep at any rate. We just watched a pretty hilarious movie, "Walk Hard," a parody on the Johnny Cash film, "Walk the Line." It was great, totally going against all the horrible reviews it received while in theaters. I am usually pretty bad about following whatever those reviews say to a tee. I should probably be better about that and form my own opinions. Although who knows, someday that may be me writing the reviews. That'd be the dankness.

I can't watch any more Office. I say that now, but five minutes from know it's entirely possible that I will be curled up in my Hampton Inn bed, laptop by my side, watching an episode from season three that I undoubtedly know every word to. Ah, such is my life.

I don't want this trip to end.