I've always thought vacancy signs were cool. I guess that's part of that nostalgia kink I have...the old Route 66 days, road trips, roadside motels with a vacancy sign lit up, coffee and toast in the motel diner with a waitress named Racine that has a bright red beehive hairdo and calls everyone "hun" and "darlin".
But on the other hand, I'm terribly picky when it comes to sleeping accommodations, and if I don't have access to my own bed, then anything less than a nice new hotel suite is really roughing it. I wish I could be adventurous and just randomly pull over to the Wheels Motel or the Motel 20, but all I can think about is what's in the walls, and what's been in the beds, when were the linens last washed, how many hidden cameras are there, and what happens when I turn the lamp off.
Watching the movie Vacancy a couple weeks ago didn't help matters.
I had to call the Captain at least five times during that movie with a list of things were were or were not going to do on our upcoming cross country road trip, such as:
- no venturing off the interstate late at night taking short cuts.
- check the gas gage every half hour.
- make sure we have a well powered flashlight.
- no staying at motels where the clerk is even remotely creepy.
- and being well armed so that we don't end up running around screaming and having to beg for someone to save us.
I have invested in one of these, though, so we don't actually have to touch the bed sheets, and I plan to have a pillow and blanket in the truck with us. I am fully prepared to sleep there in case suitable accommodations are not to be found in the Wyoming, South Dakota, and Nebraska wilderness. This correlates with that point about being well armed.
I guess watching Children of the Corn would be a bad idea right now, huh.
The moving truck is loaded, and we're heading out for Mississippi tomorrow.