10-30-04 - 7:55 a.m.
october 30 saturday
the bed was hard as a rock and the comforter was so big it smothered you in the night. at 6AM i heard the sound of the phone ring. our wake up call. you have got to be kidding.
whats this? pain in my upper legs? what? no! it cant be. it would be a week and a half too early! i dont have any pads with me! fuck it is! mom! do you have any pads? no i didnt bring any. oh shit.
quickly run down to the lobby. please let the gift shop be open...no. ok i'll ask the nice man behind the counter. hi can you tell me when your gift shop will be open? well its really not a part of the hotel its a privatly owned thing so whenever they get here. oh good. shit. ok where is your nearest conveniance store? its 30 min walk. ah. well ma'am what do you need. a sanitary napkin. oh. he turns pale. well i have one back here. throws it at me and pretty much runs away. one. one will not help me. i am so fucked.
back upstaires i went. others from the bus tour are peaking out of their rooms and they see me in the outfit i wore yesterday. it looked like i had been out all night. strange looks come upon thier faces. prolly wondering if i'm a vampire of something. hey this is salem you know. lol.
we dressed and went to breakfast. i couldnt believe i got up this early for some eggs. lol. after that i was relieved to see that the gift shop was open! bought pads and aleve and all was better.
on to the bus we went and then to the salem witch museum. kinda boring.
then we went to the museum of myths and monsters. which is not a museum at all. its a haunted house. my mother happened to be an unlucky woman and got to go threw the curtain first. which means she got all the scares. these punk ass teenagers are yellin and getting right in your face. the one told us to go towards the light. if you did you would have smacked right into the wall. my mother wouldnt move cuz you couldnt see where you were going. finally i got so pissed that the punk asses wouldnt show her the way that i got up in their faces. listen you little bastard cant you see shes scared? get your fast ass in front of her and start walkin. she can go on her own. get in the front and show her where to go or so help me i will see you fired. he lead the way. told the next guy who tried to scare us not to bother and just lead us threw. a bitch in the crowd he says. well my mother was scared and i had to do something to get us outta there.
after that we were supposed to go to the borris carloff museum but i heard it was like the myths and monsters and voted on skipping it. so we walked around and went into some witch shops.
threw most of this we had noticed that our tour guide didnt care wether we lived or died. he pointed the way to things and told us when to be back but he didnt make sure we were safely to where we needed to be. after the museums we got back on the bus to go to market street. this whole street is blocked off for vendors and hot dog stands and shops. very cool! the tour guide says ok you have an hour here for lunch. then we will all meet at town hall for cry innocant. where is town hall? dont you all still have your maps? oh we were supposed to keep those? its over there he points in no direction at all. hey fucker where is over there? he half heartedly shows us. this makes my mother very nervous in deed. so instead of having a nice lunch we spend 45 mins looking for town hall which of course was right under our noses. i wish your father was here he would know where to go. yeah ma dad was the human map. ugh.
cry innocent was a waist of time for all the time it took us to find it. 15 mins of who cares if the bitch burns!
we then had a chance to walk market street. over and over and over. we had so much time there. so i bought 2 hoodies and finally got to eat lunch. we saw a whole bunch of people in costume. a family decided to dress up as harry potter. there was even a dumbledor!. one family was a chess set. they really go all out.
we find a bunch of people from the tour who wanted to get back on the bus. it was beginning to rain a bit. well we went to the place where the bus was supposed to be and no bus. a half an hour later the tour guide came and said they moved the bus half way across town. idiots!
everyone found the bus sooner or later and off we went to dinner. we get lost for 2 hours. do you know what this means? this means we have to miss what i had been waiting for. the tour threw the cemetaries. a candlelit walk threw cemetaries as they tell you ghost stories. now i am livid.
we sit with the 2 nice ladies and i spend my entire dinner listening to stories of how this womans father died and all the strange phenomina that has happened since. then my mother jumps in with stories of my dad. now i am highly emotional and doing my best not to cry. really i was about ready to purposfully choke on the steak dinner. a whole night of talking about death. woohoo! can this place get any better?
we went back to the hotel, got lost again. idiot!
no more then 5 mins after i hit my pillow the cramps came. came and would not leave. so into the bath tub i went. and i stayed there. all night.
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