The sleeping accommodations at my friend’s house in Baltimore were lots less than palatial. But the price was right at the generous zero mark, with all the pasta I could eat for dinner – breakfast and lunch were my affairs. The couch had springs and protrusions that made sleeping through the night in a single position impossible. Toss and turn or wake with the tingles and dead limbs of paresthesia. One morning in a rush to get coffee, I collapsed onto the floor, my left leg refused to answer, and I writhed in agony for several moments before I could get up.
So for those of you who are fans of being carefree on the “road,” This is what you never read about in the novels.
Then there are the missed meals and making meals from disparate items not because you are a foodie or experimenter in rare cuisine, but because two slices of bread, some green beans, and red onion are all that’s in the fridge. Yum.
There was the time my buddy and I had a single set of pants between us to go to the laundromat. Please don’t ask how that happened; it’s an entirely different story. But we crept in near closing time and started the laundry while one helped conceal the other. Then, when a pair of homemakers were scandalized, we ran for it in wet clothing. I guess you might look up the police report on that one.
It wasn’t all fun and games on the “road.”