SassyBlonde

Tonight's first concert was entirely unremarkable, except that it pretty much sucked. The bassist was on crack, we were all crammed together and the violinist in front of me was whacking my stand with her bow, and we're not even going to talk about the woodblock and bell chorus migraine I had ringing in my head. And I already know I'm going to be completely sick of cold cuts in about three days. However, that hasn't been the worst part of my night.

See that picture up there on the left? Yeah. That six-legged freak? Right. Exactly what you're thinking.

That, my friends, is a bed bug.

See, we're staying at this entirely shit-tastic hotel in Dover, Delaware called the Dover Budget Inn (tagline: Luxury for Less. Jeee-zus.) We were pretty skeeved out when we drove up, but we thought, Well,, there's not much choice and it's just for one night, right? Wrong.

The girls next door to us came back from the Lowe's across the parking lot with Febreze and Oust to try and kill some of the funk, and said that while they were there the cashier slyly asked, "Are y'all staying over there at that place?"
(nods)
"Oh Lord, when we saw y'all get off that bus, we looked at each other and said "Oh no! They're going in there!!! Poor things! Ya'll be careful, okay?" We all laughed at our bad fortune and Febrezed everything in the hopes that it would help, and went out in search of some Pier 1 candles at the mall across the street.

We left and did the concert and came back, all the while thinking hom many minutes it would be until Maker's Mark time, and I cahnged and hustled over to Sassy Jo and Cara's room to hang out and have a snort or two before bedtime. We were having a great time and laughing when suddenly Cara jumped up and pointed at the bed. "What the heck is that?" she said. I leaned over and looked at the creature scuttling across the sheets, and my blood ran cold. "Umm, it's a bed bug." I said. To be sure we looked them up on the internet , and sure enough, there was a mug shot of the nasty little creature we'd just seen.

Now, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the things I'm most afraid of in the spirit of getting a better handle on the depression and anxiety, and I came up with a Top 20 list of things I never want to experience. Guess what number twelve was?

Bed bugs.

They changed rooms and we checked ours, and everything seems to be fine, but sleep is just not about to happen in my mind. Every time I get a little tich I jump up and look under the covers, so I decided to bag it until I get too tired to care, which will be in about five minutes for me. Here's hoping that I don't get bitten. Yurch.


*What the hell kind of dive has WiFi and bed bugs? This one apparently.