Greetings from Room 122 of the Quality Inn in Manchester, NH. It’s actually in Bedford, which for some reason reminds me of the Rosanne show (set in Lanford, I think), but the client is in Manchester, so there you go. And here I am.

I’ve been here before, actually. In Manchester that is, not Bedford. Only it was actually a little town called Bow last time, but the client was in Manchester, so there you go. And there I was. The client I was here to help last time was one of the minions in the ClearChannel radio army, and their offices are just down the block from the client this time around. I thought about dropping in to say “hi” and catch up on old times, but then I didn’t because I’m antisocial like that.

One of the jocks at the radio station last time around hooked me up with tickets to see a Journey/Styx/REO Speedwagon show, which means that I had a better time last time I was here. This time around the high point was when I tried to go see Superman at the movie theater in the mall next door to my hotel and it was closed because their electrical transformer had been struck by lighting. Whee. And don’t even get me started on the “quality” of this hotel. Let’s just say that when a hotel uses the word “quality” in their name — like this one, the “Quality” Inn — they’re probably overcompensating for something.

Anyway, you’re dying to see what it’s like here, aren’t you? Sure you are.

Here’s the room:

And here’s the view:

Whee.