Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen. ~Benjamin Disraeli
*Day 2 had us driving down to Tunica to play a little BJ. Rollie doubled her money in a few hot shoes and left the table as soon as it turned ugly. I knew with my car in the parking lot and not being stuck there they weren't getting my money. Then I turned around and lost part of my winnings in the $1 WOF. The .25 was good, but I get bored with the quarter one so quickly. As we were walking out I said "Hey what if we take a $100 bill and put it in the $5 Wheel of Fortune like Edd does?" I am always too tight to play the slots over $1. Toonces said "Well we came to gamble" We spun we landed on $250 win, took the cash, split it and left ahead. It is always fun to leave with the casino's money.
So far I've spent my winnings- now my trinket money- on 2 Yo-yo and Hoops drinking sound cups for the kids. (Hallmark characters.) Those little guys just tickle me. Toonces is jealous and wanted to keep a cup for himself.
*"No way" I exclaimed when I walked in the room and saw his dress for Tunica. His calves had been really bothering him and he thought he should give flip flops a break. So he wore his Nikes with his clothes. T usually has a very cool and laid back nice dress style but he looked like an old guy suddenly.
I being fixed up said "People are going to think I married you for your money." ...or for something he proffered that only a man would think a woman would ever marry another man for.
"I do look a little crazy" was his response to his photograph.
*Day 3- Riding into Oxford was not what I thought it would be. I was looking for big southern mansions with moss hanging and small town charm. But I haven't made it past the Interstate turn off yet. Getting in last night I was almost to the point of the all out emotional breakdown my niece Izzy has when she has to go to bed without her mommy around. I was ready to come home. The shock of going from the Peabody to a Hampton Inn by the Interstate reminded me that this really is work. My luxurious weekend break long behind me.
From turn down service with sweets to a lumpy bed and several deadbolts.
I am headed out shortly after T finishes interviews to see the small town and take in some fresh air....I miss the fresh air so much. AND it would be nice if my Mother would upload some pictures of the pets so I could feel better. Last night I am convinced she had the phone off the hook so I couldn't call and check on them. I've called day and night and sometimes in between.
Driving in last night we passed over a river. Toonces said "That is the Tallahatchie Rollie." I was excited. "Really, the one Bobby McGee jumped off of?"
"Yeah, wait no, you keep me so confused...not Bobby McGee, Billy Joe MacAllister... I swear it is like living with Norm Crosby."
I had to look up Norm Crosby, apparently his speech was twisted too.
Who knows how Rollie's mind works.
Time to go out and start Day 4, I'm ready to take in the campus and court square. Tonight I meet the mayor, a friend of Martin's and the late Larry Brown, and go to a really cool place to eat. The City Grocery I think it is called...all after "work" of course. The book gig is at Square Books this evening.
Hopefully, fingers crossed, my emotional homesick breakdown can hold off a least one more night.