Lots of voting

One of my coworkers who lives in East Atlanta sent this out:

"If any Republicans among you have been hoping for a low urban
voting turnout forget about it. The polling place in which I
vote had more people standing in line waiting for the doors to
open than the usual entire day's voting."

Tonight should be interesting.

Nawlins I

The journey began before sunrise when Steve showed up at my place. We loaded up, grabbed Diana and headed west. Di and I had both not slept the night before, so we slept most of the way there. Sleeping through Alabama beats the hell out of looking at it.

We arrived at the St. Vincent's Guest House. This place was great. Until the turn of the century it was an orphanage for young girls. Once they stopped the malaria outbreaks there were not as many orphans, so it changed to a home for unwed mothers. It was closed from the 60s to the 80s, when it reopened as a hotel.

The decor included a bust of a naked woman, pictures of orphans (they were either being cared for by nuns, or subjected to horrile medical tortures), a 12 foot high virgin mary and the elevator of DOOM!

You really need to understand this elevator. The button outside had a strange warning written in sharpie on the wall next to it, telling you to "PUSH ONLY ONCE!" Inside, the poor lighting and mirrored walls make it seem like you are riding with a crowd of undead clones. Half the buttons have "DO NOT PUSH" written by them and the back door also had "DO NOT OPEN" written on it. When it arrives at a floor, the doors open, it drops two inches, stops, goes up three inches and dances around until you jump off, possibly trying to squish you in the door. This one elevator is a David Lynch movie waiting to happen.

More later.