Day 5

Setting: A hotel room. Nondescript furniture pushed up to the four closing walls. The only thing of note is the white silk orchid plant absently sitting on the desk. A general "anywhere but here" feeling hangs in the air.

Time: Now.

A woman, about 25 years old, lays on the hotel bed with a laptop on her stomach. Headphones plugged in to each ear. She struggles to type at the strange angle. She squints at the screen as we notice her thick glasses have only one ear piece, causing her warped vision. Despite her headphones, we here the singer Duffy begin to sing the line " The blank pages of my diary, that I haven't touched since you left me...". We sense she feels this to be relevant in some way. She is feeling dramatic.

It's true...I am feeling a little dramatic this evening. I had to actually go back and see what day I was on before I could title this blog...its only day 5 and I am already losing track...

I am feeling a little blah as well...nothing serious! (I am past the nervous breakdown stage...so don't worry) Maybe I am having a hard time coming down from the excitement of Elvis' homestead? Honestly, I just didn't do much today.

We left Mississippi around 9 AM to start our journey to TX. I was co-pilot for the day, which meant I had to sit in the front seat and make sure the driver was ok...aka no van nap for me. It did not help matters that Arkansas was the lamest looking state ever. However, the day was beautiful so that was a nice change from the general wintry gloom of the last three weeks. I texted about everyone in my address book to keep myself awake, but even my crackberry did not help me shake the sleepies. I decided a little knitting would give me a jolt. Not. I kept messing up my pattern and quit after the 3rd "start over". I resorted to my Grandad's game of counting hawks perched along the side of the road. This proved to be a pretty good game to play in Arkansas. They might not have pretty scenery but they have an eyeful of hawks.

We arrived at our hotel in Texarkana around 2:30 PM. I lept from the van ready to finally take a rest in the hotel that awaited me! (only to find out that the hotel had no record of our reservation...NOOOOOOOOOOO!) We all waited in the sunny parking lot, enjoying the 56 degree weather, until our Stage Manager got everything worked out. Mind you, at this point I had not had my van nap, or eaten since 8:30 AM. I was hungry AND tired. I have been very good about resisting the many different chocolate snacks that filter through the van, but there were cookies in the lobby, and I ate the heck out of a white chocolate and macadamia nut cookie dangit! Finally got to my room and decided that food was of higher priority than a nap so I ventured to the mall next to the hotel. That chik-fil-a spicy chicken wrap couldn't have been more perfect. It was immediate relief, and mood shift as I downed that thing, while catching up with almost everyone in my family on the phone. I think I was talking too loud because the Texans kept giving my funny looks...

Thank goodness my suitcase is already bursting at the seams because they have some cute shoes in Texas...I also tried on some pants at American Eagle, but they were stupid so I will spend that 14 dollars elsewhere thank you.

I came back to the hotel and got simultaneously sucked into facebook and the show project runway...and now the evening is almost gone. I need to do my taxes...and write birthday thank you notes. I am being a big whiner. Whatever. (spaz attack)

We have two shows tomorrow. Thank goodness! I am ready to actually do some work! It is sort of amazing to think that I get paid to go on vacation, basically. So I guess this "boring" day wasn't such a bust after all because I get a flipping paycheck for it. Aw...I am having a change of heart right here in the span of this blog. Precious.

Alright, I am going to go steam my throat (Dad says, "Diva 1!") and hit the hay.

Long day ahead tomorrow.

XO :)