Marty's Tips

To the dude in Louisiana at the gas station, Pull up your pants son, I do not want to see your panties!! This ain't prison!!!

We stopped in the hotel bar yesterday evening for a cocktail when who should appear at our side. Colorful, friendly, informative Marty. I love that name Marty. He was all chatty and inquisitive about us and once he discovered we were from San Antonio he prodded us for Spurs secrets and insider tips. We had no information to impart to him.  He completely ignored me. What?? I am a girl? I have no basketball skills. My father won a free throw challenge against Rolando Blackman twice and him and his teammates played them at the gym on occasion. My dad played ball everyday from High School until he was 72.  I know some basketball. Marty! I could have been the personal assistant to Gregg Popovich. I might have slipped a secret to you.

Marty did however direct us to Bubba Gump's for dinner. We had a lovely dinner and got almost all of the trivia questions right and even stumped our server with a question.  I am not usually one for chain store restaurants but that was a fun and pleasant experience and the Strawberry Basil cocktail was AMAZING!!!!

We decided we needed to get out of the car and move about so we stopped at Buccaneer park yesterday to hike the wilderness on a trail known as Pirate Alley and we had barely gone 1/4 mile when we were attacked by ruthless Pirate flies. They bit, they buzzed, they completed accurate strafing runs with stealth and dexterity, and they were big. Pirates 1 us 0.

My daughter Des is borrowing my car while I am gone. Hers is in the shop. They misplaced the keys yesterday and after about 20 minutes of searching and a serious panic attack they called a lock smith who came out and unlocked the car then made a key to fit the lock and after $320 they were back in business only to find the original key 10 minutes after the locksmith left.  She takes after her sperm donors side of the family.

As we were deciding on a hotel in Biloxi I called the number for Harrah's and got the Biloxi casino, good start, I then informed the human I wanted to make a reservation. They transferred me over to reservation which happened to be an automated system and after several attempts of me saying Harrah's Biloxi Mississippi the voice confirmed my request for Kansas City and transferred me to Kansas City. I hung up. I waited about 15 minutes and called the number again. The human transferred me to the automated system and after saying Mississippi in a normal voice I switched to a southern version and finally the voice confirms I want Atlantic City and transfers me  but after one greeting and several clicks I got Kansas City again. I hung up. It was like a phone call gone wrong in the Matrix. No Nemo to rescue me either.

During a calm, peaceful walk on the boardwalk on  the beach last night a homeless man approaches us and proceeds to inform me numerous times how he bathes in the ocean in his boxer shorts and how he cleansed. No lie he says no lie. It feels good to bathe he tells me over and over. He is highly agitated when he encounters us claiming some white man had been verbally abusive to him and the white man had no right to do that.  He would not leave us alone so we kept walking and talking. He calmed down and eventually we got in the car and drove off.

I am eager to see what else Mississippi has to offer. WOOOOHOOOO