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Indianapolis also SUCKS! Ohhh Indy sucked, life sucks, and people in general suck. The contract company hasn't called me, so I'm losing faith in that. My photographer for today has cancelled due to tooth trouble, and I just can't seem to get a break these days. With the pot going down though, I'm debating about getting clean and finding a real job as porn continues to yank me around. The only upshot? I don't have to dig my car out of the foot of snow right this second as I don't have anything to do today. Normally, I'd get stoned and forget about life, but I can't right now and that sucks. Indy sucks as much as Wisconsin, if not more. I will give some credit to the city though, it's not entirely their fault. Most of the shittiness of this vacation was due to people, not just the ways of the town. The first day, I wandered around town on my own and saw some of the sights. I took a long walk and visited the zoo, all in the rain. I decided I'm coming back as a sea lion if I get any input on that decision. Though I like dolphins, I think a sea lion would suit me more as they aren't expected to do tricks, just be sea lions, which are pretty cool on their own. I will admit here that I like zoos in general so long as there aren't tons of people in them. When you can be alone with the animals, it's pretty cool. Minus the rain, it would have been perfect. In fact, for the first half of the day things were fine. I had a minor panic attack driving into town on my own because my contact decided to fall out. I picked it up off the steering wheel and put it in my mouth, being careful not to swallow it. I then decided the next parking structure, whereever it was, I was going into. I prayed I wouldn't nick anyone with my depth perception gone (I was now only using one eye as that was easier to deal with) and I somehow made it onto the roof without any problems, though my slow driving probably pissed off the people behind me. What's funny though is when I parked the next day with no contact issues, I ended up going the wrong way in the structure all on my own. God, I hate parking structures. Anyway, things were fine during the day Friday. We headed out to where our hotel was booked for us (haha) for the night in Castleton (waaaay outside the city). We passed a porn store, several suburbs, and finally found it near the freeway. As we tried to check in though, we found out that SOMEONE had personally come in and cancelled our room while changing the names on the other room for Dan's co-workers. So, they had a room and we got fucked over. Now, most of my direct ire against his boss has boiled down, but I still don't understand why he decided to fuck with us like this. We tried hooking up my laptop to his co-worker's in room internet, but nothing was letting me book. So, I told Dan we had to do things hit or miss, which sucked. We called his boss, and he pretended innnocence with offers to reimburse whatever room we found. Okaay...so if you're going to reimburse us for a room we buy that's going to be as expensive or more now that we're playing Mary and Joseph looking for a room during a HUGE convention, why the hell would you even cancel our room in the first place??? HOW RETARDED IS THAT??!!! Are you just trying to screw with us for some sick power game? Do you need to know that your best worker is out in the cold and might not be able to work the show for you because you're such a jackass that you take the one thing we asked from you, a room for one night away from us? AARRRGGGH!!!! I just don't get it. Fortunately, I'm NEVER talking to his boss again, unless it involves yelling or kicks to the crotch because that was just plain BULLSHIT. Long story short, we went across to the other side of the freeway and booked a room there. It was expensive, but slightly less than some other places quoted on the phone so I stuck with it. Their internet was down though, so we never ended up hooking with anyone, though we did try. The second day sucked too. Dan went to the show and I ended up staying the whole day in the hotel room. We were both broke and I counted on one of my clients showing up that day. Well, he didn't, and he was a complete ass about it because he never called me back to let me know. I reached him the day before and told him that Saturday would work better for me. Then I got ahold of him Saturday, and he said he'd call me back in an hour, but he didn't. When I called an hour after that, I couldn't reach him. I tried a few more times, and then gave up. I don't think he knew how much I needed that cash to get home, but he obviously didn't care. I know he had more important plans, but the least you can do is call me and let me know you're cancelling. I had plans too, to see the art musuem, which I missed due to poor funding and timing. When I picked Dan up, I assumed the fun would begin. We had a party to attend that evening, which we eventually found after wolfing down some decent dinner at a local China Buffet. I was still angry about his boss, but I was able to create the highlight of our vacation: disposable food art. With some help from Dan (should have taken the camera for you folks), I was able to create a full Japanese garden with a shinto gate, walkway, sculptured lawn, and a backdrop of a river scene on a napkin within the napkin dispenser. It honestly looked really cool, and I hope the waiter appreciated it as much as I enjoyed making it. Oh hooray for transient art! After that, we headed to the party. It was next to a small school so we wondered if anything was going on, and it wasn't. We entered a local home and everyone seemed to be hanging out. We tried talking to a few people, but there were only a couple of girls we both liked, and the rest were big girls. So, excusing ourselves for a beer run, we decided to leave only to discover... Dan locked the keys in the Jag. TGI AAA. I didn't realize I had the card on me (my purse was locked in there too), so I dialed 411 first, and then I found it and hit myself. AAA had to reroute me a couple of times as I'm from Michigan, but I'm locked out in Indiana, so anything from Michigan won't help. They were good people though, not too upset at my anger, which I expelled by brutally kicking a telephone pole while talking to them, and they promised someone would appear in the next half hour. So, sheepishly, we headed back into the party to get some booze and explain. People were civil to us, but I spent the rest of the time waiting on the porch in case the locksmith showed up early. Once we got the car unlocked and started (yup, right in the ignition), we decided to head to the porn store we spotted going to the hotel. So, we headed over that way, and were disappointed again. No gloryholes and no traffic for 11:30pm. Just a nice store with porn, toys, clothes, and really bad movies from the 80s. Nothing special. We debated going to another, but rejected that idea as Indy kept sucking. That and they told us they didn't have video booths either. So, we crashed out and left Sunday morning. To cap it all off, while leaving Indianapolis, I spotted a sign that said "Hemherriod Center: Colon and Rectal Problems Treated Here". How fitting. Can you remove whoever is fucking me in the ass these days, please? Daphne |