Obviously I shot one old adage all to Hell last night.
You know the old adage “With age comes wisdom.”?
Don’t believe it.
It isn’t true.
But more on that in a bit.
First an update.
I’m sitting in a Ramada Inn in Austin as I write this. We came up to Austin to work the Wiener Dog races in Buda, a suburb of Austin. I have to be up at 6:30am so why am I writing this at 3:56am?
Because I can’t sleep.
I feel like hammered shit.
My shoulder is killing me, I have pains radiating down my arm and shooting out my fingertips and I have the headache from Hell; and I have to work a 12 hour day today. The shoulder pain is from the literally100K faces that I painted over a 35 yr. career of face painting. And that number is not an exaggeration, hence the arthritis.
More on the headache in a bit.
First an explanation.
We’d wanted to get at least a somewhat early start for Austin yesterday, get set up early, and have the afternoon off. Doug of course was hoping for motel sex.
That was the plan anyway.
Not so much. Which means we actually got outta town about 2pm. Now the reason why.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I have had horrible nightmares and once I awaken from them I can’t go back to sleep. I think it’s just stress from finally making the decision to take the Ecofab Gifts site live.
Anyway, Thursday night I didn’t sleep well at all yet again and when I woke up yesterday I was exhausted. I got online early and at about 8 am I thought I’d lay down for just a minute. When I woke up again it was after 10. So we were already behind. And when I was done with dog sitter, we put some color on my hair, and by the time Doug had the van loaded like the Joad’s in the Grapes of Wrath it was pushing three.
Yeah I know I probably shouldn’t have taken the time to color my hair, but I still have at least a little vanity and it hadn’t been done it 4 months. Not that the roots were that discernible but it helps it look shiny again.
What is it with that anyway?
You get old and your hair, if you have any, just lays there like a dead carp; and I have lotsa hair, hair to spare; and when it doesn’t look shiny it just looks like a nutria climbed up on my head and died.
It’s a bad thing.
Anyway, we knew we had to be set up in Buda yesterday so we opted to skip lunch figuring that we’d eat in Austin as soon as we got there.
Not so much, which in this instance means not at all.
On the way there about halfway through our trip the van started making a Helluva of a noise. At first I thought we’d had a flat. However after Doug stopped the car we saw nothing, so on we went- but more slowly. The sound wasn’t as bad at lower speeds. Then about 20 miles later in West Bumfuck the tire blew altogether.
For most people traveling this is no big deal. But for us it meant Doug had to unload the entire van to get to the spare. And it just wasn’t Ecofab stuff, which is lightweight. This was sand and glass, hundreds of lbs. of stuff. I felt bad for him but knew there was nothing I could do to help with my boogered up shoulder.
Then the jack broke.
I’ve never knew a jack could even break.
Buy the time it was all said and done we got set up in Buda about 7:30 last night. And by set up I mean everything unloaded. It’s not set up yet. We have to be set up in about 3 hours now.
Needless to say we were hungry by this time. So we stopped at Furr’s an all you can eat cafeteria. We got there at 8:20 and they closed at 8:30. So we went through the line loading our trays like John Belushi in Animal House like our pants were on fire and ate like we were going to walk the Green Mile in the next five minutes. It was a lot of food; but we were starving and hadn’t eaten all day.
In the meantime Brett had called and said a guy at the club where he was going to DJ last night wanted some wall art. Never wanting to miss a sale we decided to stop there on the way to the Ramada. When I arrived they said Brett was upstairs.
He was- way, way up.
I passed a mountain goat as I trudged up the multiple flights of stairs lugging a box of wall art and holding a portfolio which had about 25 other pieces. I was holding the rail with 1 hand praying I didn’t fall. Doug was circling in the car, or so I thought. There’d been nowhere to park since 6th st. was already getting crowded with douchebags. (Apparently those are the only people that go to 6th st. according to Austinites.)
Remember stairs are not my friend after I fell down an entire flight about 5 years ago and went splat on the tile in our entry.
Eventually I got to the nosebleed zone and made the sale. The neon was flashing and the music was deafening, not to mention I didn’t even recognize the music. It was like a bad flashback.
Then Brett had me follow him to a different part of the club, the room where he was playing. He was playing disco remixes and if he almost yelled at least I could understand him. He said his dad had called and would be back in a bit so I should just chill. To enhance my chillness Brett went and got me two drinks.
I hadn’t asked for them and coulda refused them but not wanting to be ungracious I drank them.
In quick succession.
Was it a good idea?
Not so much.
They were Long Island Iced Teas.
I knew better; but I was getting into the music and had an attack of the stupids. And I hadn’t had 1 of those in a really long time- over a year I think.
The only good news is that soon thereafter I started making my way down from the Heavens. Brett carried the box and I gripped that handrail like grim death. Another 20 minutes and I couldn’t have gotten down alone. That is a fact.
By the time I got in the car I was feeling pleasantly buzzed and thought perhaps once we got to the room I would reward Doug for having worked so hard.
Not so much.
We got to the room at 10:30 and by mistake there were 2 beds. He laid down on one and fell asleep. I fell asleep on the other.
He’s still asleep. I woke up at 2 am with a splitting headache and feeling like Mel Gibson in Bravehart when they have him on the rack. I wouldn’t be surprised if at any time my right arm just falls to the floor.
I guess that’s it for now.
So young ones here’s another adage for you- do as I say, not as I do.
I think I have to go throw up now.