The Weekend

Gossip was wonderful. Excellent show, great energy. Seeing them was like going to church, but then everyone has different interpretations of spirituality and religion. Being trucked off to Hershey, PA, was another story. Other than not wanting to go at all, it was pretty boring, geared totally towards small-children and other like-minded adults. Ouch, right? I just wanted to schmooze in the hotel like a lazy rocker. Hotels always make me feel like a wanderer, I like it. Using a shower that doesnt belong to me, using sheets that are warm but unfamiliar, watching lame cable 'cos it's all the place can afford. I think traveling constantly would make one insane, but only to a nomadic degree, because we were originally nomadic, right? That gene must be relaxing in out DNA somewhere, lazy and filled with the saturated fat of our easy lifestyles. I guess it is more alert in others. I sort of like not knowing where I am, being constantly in awe because it is a place I haven't been in all my life. What fascinated me about Hershey wasn't the museums or the cookie-cutter Aryan tourists, but the magnificent country landscape. It was like driving through a Grandma Moses painting, a landscape that hadn't changed for hundreds of years. I'm always attracted to the neglected, I suppose. But all together, it was dull.