Day III.

Today is a sweaty day, for our place of stay was the Beach Parking Inn.

This Inn does not come highly recommended by the deux.

But from this we have created a routine.

Thou shall drive to CVS/Walgreens.

Thou shall collect all necessary items.

Thou shall walk briskly to their public restroom.

Thou shall use all necessary items.

Thou shall change clothes.

Thou shall look balla.

Thou shall leave briskly.

Thou shalt not look too guilty for not buying anything.

After our morning ritual, we return to our home away from home, Panera.

SIGHTING ALERT: One last-night's-pants hipster and one dress-from-last-night lady have entered our humble abode. Do we remember them wearing those clothes at the Tizzy?

We just might... Hardy har har.

As we sit hearing the shrill buzzing of square food alarms and smelling the sweet smell of onion bagels, we realize that we have lost The Credit Card. After massacring our vehicular home, we realize that without that bit of god-forsaken plastic, gas becomes... non existent? And so does any chance of making the five hour drive home in a weeks time. Now in a pool of utter misery, we decide the only sane solution to our problem is naptime.

So we sleep.

For fourteen hours.

Bleh,

Au Revoir.

Post Script: At this moment, we could really use Nadine's drink of choice.