Why Is This In My Bathroom?
Sure, wipes are great, but what aren't they telling me down at the front desk?
Of course I'm taking them with me.
Of course I'm taking them with me.
posted by David at 4:48 AM
Friday, April 06, 2007
About Me
- Name: David
- Location: United States
Hullo everyone, it's me. I'm a NYC-dwelling musician, fortunate enough to have spent a large portion of the last couple years touring with a major rocker whom you know and love. When on the road, this is where I process the travels and whatever else crosses my mind; when at home, the topics shift to musical, city-related, or completely random ramblings. I lived in Greenpoint for the first years of the NYC experience: Thus, G-Trained. Posting frequency is often inversely proportionate to the cost of internet access, but that doesn't really explain the year+ of silence. Donations accepted.
Previous Posts
- Week In Review
- Roadie Cam
- Almost Stolen From My DC Hotel Room
- Four-Star Infractions, Continued
- On The Move
- Pimp n' Pyro
- It's A Bus!
- Farewell, Toronto (Now w/ Addendum)
- Four-Star Infractions
- Rockin' Vancouver
2 Comments:
When I went to Texas for a beach vacation as a kid, the only thing that would save our feet from the byproducts of offshore drilling were Tar-off towelettes.
Offshore oil drilling = watch your feet and shoes on the beach. It's actually kind of sad. Are you on the gulf coast? I can see how that would be a bizarre welcome to your hotel, though.
Yeah, that is sad. Nothing like a healthy lump of tar amongst the seashells.
But we were on the Atlantic, not the Gulf. The mystery persists...
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