Spring, leftylady and Fotada's Big Adventure in Northwest Ohio18-Nov-2006
by Spring Summers 19-Nov-2006[/i]
ARRIVAL AND SETTLING IN:
I arrived in Lima, OH at approximately 2:30PM on the day of The Big Game. As I walked into the lobby, an attractive looking lady got up and approached me with a smile. “So. . . which one are you?” I asked.
“Well, what color am I wearing?” responded leftylady, who was decked out in her scarlet & gray. So that answered that question.
We checked in and had only been there a few minutes when my cell phone rang. It was Fotada! I told her which room we were in. When she came in, she expressed relief for getting to the motel without being pulled over for DWW (Driving While Wolverine).
We had a suite, with a large “living room/kitchenette” with a pull-out-bed type sofa, a large bedroom with two double beds, and a bathroom. There were two TVs, one in the living room and one in the bedroom, but Fotada refused to watch the game all by herself in the bedroom. So we all watched together in the living room.
WATCHING THE GAME:
The game started out with the Michigan Wolverines scoring immediately on their first drive. Fotada cackled cruelly and laughed derisively about the lack of ferocity of the Brutus, the Buckeye mascot, who was hopping excitedly on the sidelines.
Soon, the Buckeyes caught up however, then they pulled ahead, and stayed ahead. Lefty yelled and whooped everytime the Buckeyes scored, and I had to try to keep her under control, as both Fotada and I were worried that the hotel management might call the no doubt formidable Lima PD.
TALES FROM THE S’CUBIE-SIDE:
At half-time, Lefty and Fotada asked me about S’cubiefest in Chicago & Minneapolis, asking me to “tell all,” and “dish the dirt,” which I did. As we all know, what happens at S’cubiefest circles the globe, and then some. What I couldn’t remember or didn’t know, I made up. My tales of wonder enchanted them, and to all of you S-festers – NOT TO WORRY. I made you all sound like perfect angels
CELEBRATING WITH DINNER:
When the Buckeyes won, both Lefty and I were gracious in our well-deserved, overwhelming, pre-destined, victory. We all went to dinner at the adjacent Mexican Restaurant, which we all decided had the most colorful décor any of us had ever seen, anywhere. You would have to see it to believe it.
We all three had margaritas. I told them the story of drinking from Monnie’s margarita in Chicago, so they both insisted on drinking from mine, so they could also say they had kissed James (twice removed).
We had a lively discussion about everything under the sun. Both Fotada and Lefty are very bright and accomplished women. What a wonderful bunch of amazing people I have met through the board – really.
OUR ENCOUNTER WITH NORMAN BATES:
When it came time for bed, Fotada, realizing that she had to take her licks as THE BIG LOSER, said she would sleep on the fold out bed. She pulled it out and while she was in the bathroom, I decided to try it out, because it looked very . . . rickety. The mattress began to cave in and lefty and I realized that the support under it was broken beyond repair and basically non-existent.
I went to the front desk and later so did Fotada. The man there was an extremely strange young man, hereafter called Norman, who came into our room but was little help, and could not find a pillow with a pillowcase for Fotada. We had this exchange:
NORMAN: “Yeah, this fold out bed doesn’t work.”
ME: “But I booked this suite because it was supposed to have three beds available – two beds and the fold out bed, for the three of us.”
NORMAN: “Who told you that?”
ME: “Your website told me that.”
NORMAN: “Oh?”
He wasn’t aware there had even been a football game that day, and asked, “so – who won?”
We ended up putting the mattress on the floor, and with some bedding, sofa cushions, and a quilt, Fotada made herself a pretty cozy looking Wolverine den.
We were all scared to shower, so we went straight to sleep.
THE NEXT MORNING:
We got up and got dressed. One of us – I’m not saying which one of the three of us - just used the kitchenette area, with its high counters, as a dressing room. This was fine for concealing the bottom half of her body, but not so much the top half. Fortunately for the other two, this person has a very attractive top-half, which anyone would be lucky to glimpse, so it was not a problem.
We all had breakfast at the motel. It was mostly donuts, cereal, toast, etc. We again had a lively conversation.
We left around 9:00 AM. By that time, Fotada had found the surprise Buckeye paraphernalia we had hidden in her luggage, but she wasn’t supposed to find until she got home. She forgave us though, and our bitter rivalry was replaced with warm good-byes.
We were all friends again. Until next year.
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