This morning I left for Harrisburg, PA. An estimated 11.5 hour drive. BLAH! It started out a bit rough. Marilyn was acting up again. At least, by now, I knew how it went. Marilyn acts up, I pull off the road, turn her off, and re start - she's good to go. I call her a bitch, apologize, and tell her we have ten hours and then she can sleep. Yes, I talk to her. She's named after Marilyn Monroe and she lives up to the diva part.
I also stopped three times before three hours ... I had to pee a lot today. T.M.I. once again. Usually, I stop every three to four hours to gas up and walk Harley. This was going to be a long day.
I hit traffic just outside of Knoxville. I was at a dead stop. Interstate 40 is such a shitty highway. There's construction everywhere and truckers are assholes. The farther East I got, the more aggressive the drivers became. Marilyn had another fit at dusk. I have been putting the most expensive grade of gas in her since Oklahoma..still only $3.59/gallon...awesome! I sweet talked her. I was only two hours away from my hotel. She behaved and we reached the Sheraton Harrisburg Hershey Hotel around 5 or 6pm.
So far, the people have been a little less than welcoming at each of the hotels...all Starwood. The norm when you're staying on an employee rate.
This hotel broke the mold. The girl at the front desk - I forgot her name - was so sweet. Harley and I were put on the dog floor. It was a nice room, away from elevators, stairs, and it wasn't an accessible room! Brownie points! As a former front desk girl - I busted my ass, smiled, and was nice to everyone regardless of who they were and what they were paying - I was impressed with this hotel's service.
I was now starving... for alcohol. Hahahahahahaha! I went to the hotel restaurant - they were the only hotel who offered the 50% F&B discount. I ordered a pizza and some wine. Everyone thought I was writing a book as I sat there and wrote in my journal. They were all really nice. Helping me with which route to take as I was headed into New York the next day.
The bar is full of athletes...of course I have no idea who. Most likely just an extracurricular league, but they were cute. Ahhhh, East Coast Men. I'm loving the accents. I had a few more glasses of wine...and by a few, I mean four and then headed to bed.
I'm finally on my coast. The right coast. I'm excited! Tomorrow is my last drive. Thank God! I'm tired, I'm over driving, and I think all this red bull is giving me chest pain. I want to go to the Hershey Factory tomorrow, but I also just want to get to Boston. We shall see.
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