I had a frozen margarita and dinner in a place I'd been the last time I was in Ohio. Ordered the same dish then remembered I didn't like it. Well, I didn't like it again.
Went back to the room, got settled, and went to bed pretty early.
In the room next door, the one at the end of the hall, I could hear the drone of conversation. There was a man's moronic laughter that kept getting louder, then a lull, then theatrical sex, then a lull, then sparse and quiet talking. One tone ended up retreating and mildly apologetic and the other slightly shaming. Not the words, which I couldn't decipher, just the tones. The door opened and closed. A single transaction.
Good.
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