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No kidding. The horses are out there waiting to go on and they're so excited they're making an awful racket. The band, the first one, just started up right outside my window. I'm stuck here until it's over. No way out. And the parade route is my route out anyway, even if I could get out.
Did you realize that all motels have these fancy, fancy, fancy queen sized beds up on pedestals nowadays? Easier on the maids' backs, I'm sure, but... since they're made of cement, not the travelers'... and this makes the TV too low for viewing TCM without putting a permanent crook in your neck.
The manager says the road is open to cars behind the parade... oh boy....
Later.
always and any time....
