I'm sitting here at the Residence Inn in the Ghetto ("North Dayton"), somehow inspired to post to this blog which came up with transcript in Russian for reasons completely unknown, waiting for our Chinese takeout to be delivered. Chinese food! American Chinese food! Moo Goo Gai Pan. I can't wait.
Between the mysterious Russian, the impending Chinese food, and the strange form of English that Sean-Peter habitually speaks, I feel like I am having the most international experience. All in Ohio. Who would have thought.
We are changing lodging tomorrow. We spent a good amount of our time out this morning stopping at places closer to base that included "Suites" or "Extended" in their name. We would be moving even if the guy that delivered our dinner last night hadn't avoided eye contact with the obvious intent of staking out the place -- luckily we hadn't even unpacked yet -- because this place has a loft with only a ledge for a wall barely higher than the bed that practically invites Sean-Peter to catapult himself over the edge to the floor 15 feet below. Brilliant design.
Moo Goo Gai Pan! Sign out for now.
March 30, 2012
5 years ago