The people next door decided to put on rap music and have sex at 3 AM. Or the people next door are a hip-hop magic act who felt the need in the middle of the night to work on their sawing a woman in half trick. Either way, we were thrilled when they finally said, "Ta-dah!"
Just as we were drifting off, they went for round two. It was really annoying because you could tell by the rhythm that they weren't exactly into it. I wanted to bang on the wall and yell, "Go to sleep! No good could come of this!"
We can't control the air conditioning in the Cleveland comedy condo where we are staying this week. It's early July, yet I shivered under two quilts last night. My friend and fellow comic Leighann Lord just blogged about taking duct tape on the road so she can seal up the vents in places where she can't control the AC. The woman is a stinking genius!
Feng shui- wise, this apartment is a disaster. The ceilings are too high, it's too long and the layout seems to have been designed by M.C. Escher. I now firmly believe that bad architects should be brought up on charges and possibly jailed for what they do to society.
I guess this is a long-winded way of saying that I don't think I'll be sleeping until we land in Vegas next week.
Unfortunately, there was no sightseeing today. We had to shop for all the things I forgot to pack.
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