So, we made it to RT, after a morning of tribulation. That's right, I'm in lovely, wet, horrible Houston, TX. No offense to readers who might live here, but how the heck does anything but moss and possibly elemental beings made out of steaming hot water live here? Maybe some prehistoric lizards.
I've done the obligatory "Dead Whore Check" of our room and I have deemed it Dead Whore free. Thanks, Robert Rodriguez, for making me paranoid out of my gord about prostitute corpses stuffed in hotel nooks and crannies.
More to come from RT 2007-- now corpse free!-- later.