weird sex

Yes, there was weird sex last night, strange loud sex, grunting weirdly-syncopated-yelling sex, bed-banging sex. The room behind my headboard and then the room over me. All this in a Hilton and come on, really, if a place that (fairly) swank can't have walls thick enough to muffle fuck noise, who can? I mean, really, isn't it expected that you're going to have some weird coupling in your rooms? And that the family staying next door isn't going to want to hear it? Or at least is going to pretend they don't want to hear it?

Maybe I'm just pissy about the $10 wifi fee, which I KNEW would buy me something slower than the pony express if I bought it.

Today I returned from the conference in Tampa. Sarah has been on the verge of death and so I went to the grocery store to buy her some orange juice, fish tacos, etc. Her head was a like a big loaf of freshly baked bread, all hot and garlicy (not really garlicy). Then I walked to the library and somebody asked me where the Sanctuary building was. Why, it's right there, I said, and pointed to the white tower across from our place. This guy was old, white, driving a luxury car, exactly the kind of person who would go there. Then I went to our shitty, shitty library and came back and motherfucking protesters were crawling over the sidewalks, waving signs and screaming (yes, literally) about our terrible administration and its socialist plots. I wanted to get a good idea of their agenda but could only catch some of their yells and could only read a couple signs from the office window, because of the leaves (we live on the third floor, surrounded by trees). I wanted to rush out with a poster of Obama sprouting devil horns, scream at the Fox News van about how he's the devil, how he came into my bedroom last night with a gas-powered vibrator and only prayerful worship of the lord would save us, but I'm too big of a pansy. Instead I cooked dinner and tried to calm Sarah, who's almost delusional with fever anyway.

The curious thing is that while we live downtown, our street is not heavily trafficked. And the people who do traffic it are usually on foot, going to the tequila bar or descending from the condos in the sky to walk their dogs. I started wondering who the target was, since most of the people in this neighborhood are probably fairly conservative anyway (our cheap place is in the midst of a swarm of concrete erections screaming affluently into the sky) or are broke post-college kids hitting the tequila place, and then I started wondering what the goal of this kind of rally even isy. Who's it for but the news van? Is anyone going to be persuaded by a crowd of fat late-40s in Uncle Sam hats with miniature flags blowing air horns about health care? Am I supposed to realize the error of my liberal ways after watching the 20th suited paunchy manager-class guy waddle up to the street?