Day eight, seventh hotel. Ready and waiting at the car at nine as originally planned, we learned that our check out time had been moved to one and we would not be able to check into the Ramkota Best Western across the street until three. To blow off time and appease our desire for hamburgers and eggs, the gang headed through the lovely downtown to Eggington’s. Possibly the best waitress ever, Laura supplied me with my first hamburger is years, as well as all around excellent service. We discovered that Mike Rohlena has a hippie twin, Reed and Grace like buttered and syruped meats, and that Lauren loves coffee mugs. Full and optimistic, we lackadaisically meandered back to the Parkway, chasing bunnies as we went along.
It now being one thirty, we left the Parkway and decided to kill time at a highly recommended local park. We arrived to find a painted Nodelin-like playground, filled with dozens of kids apparently celebrating the birthday of a piñata-whacking five-year-old. Not to sound like creepers, but we played and observed around the playground, eventually coming across a pair of twin boys, one with blond hair, the other with ginger. Feeling we relaxed/stalked enough, we strolled over to the Ramkota Best Western, our seventh home.
Before we even unpacked, Grace popped into our room and suggested we head over to, and I’m not kidding about the name, The Loaf N’ Jug to grab some cuisine. Reed and I, having a strong longing for chocolate milk quickly complied. Guided by Grace’s sense of smell detection for loaves and jugs, we sauntered off an adventure. Avoiding a jungle cat situation, we awkwardly ran several blocks and found an bizarrely small car, a hobo sign, and a shot-up, shattered glass window. We picked our provisions, circumvented Grace’s murder attempts, and safely made it back to the hotel.
Quickly before the show, we drank our milk, watched Wall-E, and took a speedy nap in our exceptionally comfortable beds. Working our way around the awkward elevator man, Mrs. Wooley escorted us to Natrona County High School. Shocked and awed at the size of the twelve hundred-seater theatre, we set up and, in tradition, laid lazily on the stage and conversed. My comrades and I put on a great show, Reed especially, having garnered several followers. The first time Reed was in the potato bin, a little boy told him “That ogre lady is gross, don’t even touch her.” The second time he came in, the kid simply said, “I told you.” After the show, another small boy came up to Reed and nervously proclaimed “I… I am one of your BIGGEST FANS.”
To reward ourselves, we dropped by a local Cold Stone Creamery (I miss my job). Lauren and Reed, not feeling too well and wanting legitimate food, walked over to JB’s Restaurant. Reed being a pacifist, I accompanied to ensure their safety. Over a home-style meal, we discussed religion and relationships. A full day behind us, we drowsily returned to our rooms. Reed and I now pace around our room, informing our parents of today’s festivities. Love you mom.
Songs we cannot stop singing:
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
The Jell-O Theme
Walking in Los Angeles
My Hands Are Shaking
Anything from “The Nightman Cometh”
Homeless, Broke, and Hungry – Can You Help Me Out?,
Jackson G.
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