Had it not been for my uncontrollable sneezing induced by my intense allergenic congestion from Austin, the most absurd chain events would have never occurred.
Once we got back to the hotel after our three-hour drive that should have taken about ten minutes, all I wanted to do was nap. My allergy medicine that I stole from Ryan was not working, so hope came in the form of the hotel bar’s Happy Hour. Jumping between talking to Ryan, a crazy blonde model who told me she was “quasi-Jewish” (whatever the fuck that means), the blonde’s short, stocky, and flagrantly gay manager, and an intense bus driver with a thick southern accent, I had my hands full to the point where I just got up, paid my bill, and went to my room to sleep.
Stay tuned to find out the rest of the story because it only gets more absurd and crazy from here.
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