Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Beatles 'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band'

I recently found myself sharing a hotel room with another man. Just for clarification… It happened in the line of duty.

It happens.

We had a live broadcast from ASU with the Murphy In The Morning show… I was in charge of making it run smoothly from the Boone end of things.

All went well.

I’m not the kind of guy that feels comfortable in a hotel room with a man that I don’t really know outside of the work place. You generally put on your “good” face and keep your own shortcomings close to your vest at work.

I drink. Sometimes excessively for recreational purposes.

He doesn’t.

I snore like a diesel-powered backhoe.

He snores like a wind-up car… I think. I had a Xanax so I could actually sleep a few hours before waking up at a milkman’s hour.

I pack only the clothes I need and fold them neatly into my bag to keep wrinkles to a minimum.

His suitcase was filled with clothes that looked as if they were just pulled from a clothes drier and wadded into a pile before being zipped closed.

I didn’t do any snooping… He left his suitcase wide open on the floor. My disbelieving eyes had no choice but to stare at the Abercrombie and Finch train wreck.

I carry my toiletries in a leather case… My toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and eye care supplies are always neat, tidy, and organized.

He carried his toiletries in a plastic Target bag. The bathroom presented a scene that would be classified as a “dumping” on the counter by forensic crime investigators.

Do I sound like a “Felix” here?

I couldn’t help but wonder how this guy makes a marriage work with a baby on the way. Because all the deities that may or may not exist know that I felt compelled to clean and tidy up after him.

Luckily, my “screw it” gene kicked in and whispered to me that it wasn’t my problem. Live and let live… Then write about it.

Click here to see who my Bunkie was!

Hey… I’m not trying to be mean. It’s the radio guy in me. We’ll gladly and publicly stab each other in the back for a cheap laugh. They do it to Katie all the time.


  1. Anonymous10:16 AM

    Eugene you are such a "woman"

  2. Anonymous12:39 PM

    Hey Eug,
    I still keep my toiletries in an old beat up dob kit I got from Peaches. Can you believe it? Later...Cambo

  3. How cheap. I've never worked for a company that made me share a room. I hope you had a beer. I was the one who voted beer into Boone - my legacy.

  4. Joan,

    Our company had nothing to do with it... ASU put us up and I'm sure it had a lot to do with budgets and whatnot.

    No biggie. At least I can say that I saw Jared wearing nothing but a towel. Among 2% of the general population... That's a dream come true.