Esa Gainesville-Interstate 75

... the community....

There was a woman who decided that she was to be our acting coach. Though she mostly laid backstage and yelled at us for being there.  She would fall in and out of sleep mumbling Shakespearean text and sharply requesting water.   She used very foul language and really needed a hug.  

Then there was this dude Bill. He was about 40, tan, drunk, and barefoot. He wanted to help. So ...

 
 
6:30 pm

Sherl Crow's singing about leaving Las Vegas on the radio. She's a couple days late but I can dig it.

Gna go to the sushi place and then the beer place with matt and ashley tonight. It should be swell.

We're about 20 minutes away.

Matt's already mixing the drinks.

Here we go again.

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... and got to get many good pictures and videos, while some played with a resident turtle, and others shot gunned beer in the air bell. I ended up taking the camera down to about 57 feet without noticing major problems. The reviews said that the screen gets a little pressure on it and some buttons become depressed at this depth, and I noticed the same thing. I could take a picture, but could not change ...

... did this time, since we h*d some free diving time, w*s pl*ying *n underw*ter g*me of Euchre. We bought * deck of c*rds *nd four people went down *nd pl*yed * few h*nds, complete with h*nd sign*ls, until the c*rds st*rted to disintegr*te. This w*s the beginning of our shen*****ns. Afterw*rds, while w*iting for *nother group to finish diving, * few of us c*ught * c*tfish in ...

So since we arrived really late the first night we didn't get that much time to explore the city. Not that there is much to see in Williston. I think the bulk of the city is 1 bar, a grocery store, one motel [with an 'm'], a mcdonalds, a subway, a few pizza places, and a liquor store. Yes, this is definition of middle of the middle of nowhere.

The first morning, and as was found for subsequent mornings, we ...

It's really starting to cool off, but still much better than at home, where it is in the single digits. The local office sent me a goodie basket...wine, cheese, crackers, cookies, fruit. It was so nice of them to do that. They really know how to make a person feel special. Walked to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Last chance for a while to enjoy wearing a light jacket outside.

Ok, Florida takes a lot longer to get to than we thought! It doesn't help if you go to bed late, oversleep, take a detour to Spruce Pine, and stop every hour. I wish that we had something cool to say about our trip so far, but basically, we just drove forever. The hotel is ok, but has a really really ****** bed and an exposed light fixture above the shower. Mike the engineer is going crazy! There's also rain and tornado watches. I hope the trip gets better from here!

... Bambi Motel.  It was surprisingly clean.  I guess I could have camped out but for twenty bucks I couldn't turn down a clean bed, hot shower and cable TV.  Truth is that I still haven't figured out how to put up my tent.  I somehow finagled my way into the college radio station and met one of their DJs named Justin.  Cool guy, but I guess he didn't have much pull there because I couldn't get on the air live.  Actually ...

... y*u. What's y*ur g*ddamned pr*blem, anyway? Eventually, we ran acr*ss the l*ne empl*yee, wh* was n*t a cute f*rtune telling gypsy girl. Oh well, maybe next time. Having just watched The Incredibly Strange Creatures Wh* St*pped Living and Became Mixed Up Z*mbies, I wasn't much in the m**d t* be turned int* a h**ded sweatshirt wearing maniac with a tendency t* fr*lic p*intlessly and indulge in lame dance numb**s. The empl*yee was pretty much the *pp*site *f a c**l gypsy girl ...