August 5, 2003

• Woo. Shoney's for lunch again. Woo.
  
  I'm in a hotel in a complex full of hotels. It's like a business park, only it's full of hotels. Really. It's not merely an exit off the interstate where there are some motels, though it is an exit off the interstate. There's a whole development full of hotels here. AmeriSuites, Radisson, Best Western... a few others. There must be a dozen hotels in a half-mile radius.
  
  They're mostly identical buildings. It's like being in the suburbs where all the houses are alike, but instead of houses, it's hotels. And none of them have restaurants.
  
  The food is up on the main road. There are as many places to eat as there are hotels. McD, Wendy's, KFC, Waffle House, etc. And Shoney's.
  
  Shoney's claim to fame is their buffet. You go in and keep piling on the food, and with tip it'll end up costing a tenner.
  
  I've been here a little less than a week, and I've eaten at the Shoney's about 5 times. Back when people were arriving for grandma's birthday party, there would be as many as three trips to the place in a day. I walked in today and a few members of the waitstaff recognized me. "Heya. I'm not your server today, but I thought I'd say hi, since I served you on Saturday."
  
  
  I've been having trouble with my diet while I've been here. I haven't been exercising at all, so I'm kind of, well... Not so regular. And the stress of meeting new people has made me not want to eat. And the prospect of walking up the hill to eat crap food at a fast-food joint has kept me eating out of the vending machine. After all, it's crap food either way.
  
  And then someone gave me a box of Godiva chocolates. They were to be a gift to grandma, but my uncle Jere intercepted it since she's not supposed to eat sweets like that. Of course, no one's supposed to eat sweets like that, which is why they ended up in my room. Where I got sick off them, such that I couldn't go to visit my dad's cousin Betsy, one of the people I was looking forward to seeing on this trip.
  
  I suppose the lesson here is that AmeriSuites will suck your soul out if given half a chance. Or perhaps that one should try and be careful about what one eats while travelling. I like the soul sucker story... More mythological.

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