As I mentioned in my previous post, I was in uncharted water. I was the guppy in a roomful of sharks, sharks that I’ve seen with my own eyes murder people in cold blood. Ok, in reality, it was on tv, but try to tell my flight or fight instinct that. This guppy was longing for the calmer waters of the Caribbean. Or at least the margarita’s the cabana boys bring while relaxing in the Caribbean.
According to the emails, you guys want to know about the killers. Well here we go:
It was a dark & stormy night. Really, it was. Dave and I were riding out the severe weather from our 4th floor room at a local Chalet. Other guests in the hotel included: Kane Hodder aka Jason from Friday the 13th, Tony Todd aka The Candyman, Brad Loree aka Michael Myers from Halloween, and Bill Johnson aka Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. How this happened to come to be wasn’t so important that night, only that it was. Lightening flashed, thunder crashed, the electric went out. OH HELL NO. I reminded Dave of the cardinal rules I’ve screamed at the TV many times. 1) You do not have sex. (we were safe there) 2) You do not go out to investigate 3) and for the love of all that’s holy, you do not ever go into the basement!! One scenario I had not thought of until then, was several murderers hanging out outside my hotel room and a tornado comes. WTF? Seriously? What do we do?
Try not to pee. We laid in the darkness (no power, remember) and oddly, just fell asleep. Luckily, before the storm, Dave & I were having drinks with Seka -the porn queen, and the cast of Angry Young Men LTD (zombie puppet show puppeteers) and had such a good time it wasn’t hard to fall asleep in the darkness of our room. Of course, I slept with one ear open. Any chainsaw sound and I was pretty sure I was making a run for it.