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May 1, 2002
Since
there was no hurry to get to Iowa City, Glenn came up with the brilliant
idea that we needed to get up as EARLY as humanly possible. As we
were unnecessarily and may I say, brutally forced to partake in the
hotel's "Delicious breakfast!" (Glenn's words said in a
whisper-y trying not to wake you, but really he does excited voice)
Suzanne and I growled at Glenn over our Rice Krispies, all the while
sulking over the fact that we could've slept for two more hours and
gone without the "hotel's delicious breakfast" Who can eat
a full breakfast buffet when they've only had 4 hours sleep? The answer
rhymes with Schmenn Schmilbrook.
We
had gone to a record shop the day before and since the van only plays
cassettes, I bought a groovy cassette for the whopping sum of one
dollar. It was the Difford and Tilbrook solo album! So, on the way
to Iowa City, we put it in. We sang along to some of it but I didn't
remember a lot of the words since I hadn't listened to it in ages
but I do enjoy Man For All Season, Hope Fell Down and Picking Up the
Pieces. We also mocked a few. (One word: Wagontrain) I expressed my
lack of enthusiasm for Apple Tree (Glenn likes it), really enjoyed
Chris' lyrics on Man For All Season (Glenn likes that song as well)
and I loved You Can't Hurt The Girl for his purty vocals. Glenn later
shared that he didn't think the album was very good.....I half agreed
with him. I like about half the album...I think six or so songs and
Glenn said I was being very generous.
We
then stopped off at a thrift store where Glenn sat down to play the
Hammond Organ (he didn't buy it...it was broken a bit and cost $250)
and an old player piano. No musical instruments were purchased but
a jacket that says "Director" was (I think Glenn thought
it was a distinguished naval uniform, but I think it was more like
a camp High School Band director's jacket). We also purchased about
9 blank cassette tapes just for the heck of it. It's little things
like these that keep you occupied on long road trips. I picked one
out that had a handwritten "Connecting and Inviting" on
the case. (I was hoping it would be a mix tape from long ago, put
together by some deep, poetic teen. It actually turned out to be some
really boring infomercial like sales seminar.
Finally
got to Iowa City which seemed very groovy and funky. We booked into
a hotel that had a very bad English theme. The outside of the hotel
was tudor style and there were King Arthur's Round Table themed flags/rooms.
The restaurant was called the House of Lords and it resides in a make-believe
land called "The Canterbury Room". Of course, we had to
stay there and go to the restaurant. I passed on My Lady's Lobster
and King Richard's Sirloin Tips, but Glenn couldn't resist a 'Goblet
of Ale'. Mitch, our waiter brought a huge frosted goblet, the size
of a large salad bowl to Glenn for the supping of ye olde ale. He
could only handle it with two hands in a cupping style or with one
fist on the huge stem, which to me, seemed even funnier. I was laughing
very hard and scrambling for my camera. We then made loads of stupid
comments like "My horses need watering and my rock chicks are
tired we would like to stay at your fine establishment" this
must be said in a James Mason/Dick Van Dyke accent. It's so nice that
we amuse ourselves.
We
rented a few movies after dinner. Two stinky ones that Glenn picked
and one groovy one that I picked (Election) but sadly, after Glenn's
stinky movies, I went to bed.
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