This hallway behind our backstage area looked to me like a horror movie set. Obviously, this isn't an area hotel guests would normally see. It was once part of the kitchen or a food prep area but the ovens and grills are gone. Only the padlocked coolers remain.
I know, the price doesn't seem that bad compared to going to a MLB game or a concert but the amount of beer you get for your $7 is really small. Yes, I'm cheap.
But for only one more night. Then home real home tomorrow. And that's much, much better.
Taken at Lambert-St. Louis Int'l Airport (STL) ✈
After 22 days, it's almost time to head home. And I can't wait.
I've been falling behind on posting so I thought I'd do what always works in a pinch: post pictures of what I've eaten.
Now, when you think of sushi, what city do you think of? Los Angeles, maybe? What, you don't think of San Antonio? Yeah, me neither. But the concierge at the hotel swore this place was great so off we went, following GPS directions in the Hertz rental car — what we refer to as the "Always Lost" system. (If you haven't tried one of the Hertz GPS things, don't. Just bring your own Garmin. Or, God forbid, use a map. Trust me, you'll get there quicker.)Anyhow, the restaurant, Wasabi, turned out to be excellent: a nice place, extensive menu, friendly staff, and not stupidly expensive like some other sushi places. All in all, it was a wonderful meal and the four of us left completely stuffed. Unfortunately, in every people picture I shot, I always caught someone cramming a gigantic piece of food into his or her mouth — not the most photogenic of looks — and I thought better of posting them.
Summary of the evening: Decent enough house band, given that it's Orlando. Food was mediocre yet fairly pricey. In other words, pretty standard for Orlando (Land of a 1000 Chain Restaurants).
I'm working in Orlando this week. This is the view out my window at the Shingle Creek Resort.
I recently tagged along with my wife, Jeanie, to a children's writers workshop in Hermann where she was speaking. Since I'm most definitely NOT a children's writer, I brought my bike along to give me something to do (and keep me out of the way.) This is the view from one of the hills in Hermann's little downtown. Hermann, by the way, is an old German-settled town that is now most famous (around here) for wineries and bed & breakfasts.
Watching the ducks march in and out each day, on a red carpet, guided by the "Duckmaster," is truly absurd. My first thought: Whoever dreamed this up must have been drinking. A lot. And then I read the history of the ducks and, yes, the duck march actually WAS dreamed up during a night of heavy drinking by the hotel's owners back in the 1930's.
It's actually down an alley next to a Holiday Inn in downtown. It's gotten kind of overly-touristy in the 20 (or more?) years since I'd been there but the ribs were damned good.
Yes, even the Village People have a star.(Reposted as the picture didn't go through the first time.)