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October 26, 2012 – Salem Day 1

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , on June 3, 2013 by Janet Glenn

Let me tell you, my Salem trip for 2012 was one disaster after the other! I mean a disaster on top of a disaster on top of a disaster! I’m not making this up! It sucked, SUCKED from the first moment I stepped into my hotel in Salem! But I’ve gotten ahead of myself here. Let’s back up a bit. So here we go….

This trip has turned me into the bitter hag you see before you. I learned a lesson right away and that is to not fly out of Houston, Texas early on a Friday morning in October. Like I get to the airport, cool so far. There’s a pretty long line checking in but it’s moving right along. NO CHECK BAGGAGE FEE for me! Yay! Thank you United Credit Card! Continuing on, hoping for a uneventful Security experience but NO! They tell us to move along to another security area just up those stairs, down that corridor, up the escalator, turn to the right, take the elevator up 2 floors, turn right again and then make a left and walk for about 2 miles, then go through the glass doors – the ones marked with a big ass “B”, go down the hall to the left, board the tram, take a short ride across the ramp, disembark said tram but do it quickly, then enter the door in the middle on the left and then get in the line on the right and be sure to have your boarding pass and drivers license on the ready.  I see that the line stretches all the way around the terminal and I get at the end of it and I stand there blinking. Can’t you just picture it? Hopefully, I stare forward, waiting my turn.

Why is Security so traumatic? I guess once you’re fully dressed, it’s a real pisser to have to take off shit that you’ve just put on. So here I am struggling to get shit off. I see a shoe fly over everyone’s heads over there, a belt is tossed up in the air across there, someone’s hair extension flips in the air like an olympic diver, 2 men are having a tug of war with a bag, another shoe flies, a tiny old lady is tossed this way and that! Oh my, poor dear. Whoa, you touch me, you die! EVERYTHING IN THE PLASTIC TUB EXCEPT USED TAMPONS. These should ALL be disposed of in the tiny restrooms on the airplane. Open laptop/camera bag. Take out said laptop. Ok, walk through. No, don’t walk! The bitch stands in front of me wagging her fingers at me.  Ok, walk, no wait, wait! Well, for cripes sake! Ok, walk, WALK THROUGH! Whew, I made it. That was HARD! Suddenly I feel free – like liberated. Checking, barely enough time to get dressed and a pit stop. They are already calling the flight! Shit……. run! Ignore toilet paper stuck to shoe. Gawd, don’t you just hate that? Now entering the airplane, this plane is packed! I mean standing on the wing room only! This makes me uneasy. I get to my seat and see that someone is sitting there in my window seat and his lady is in the middle seat. Crap, I want my fucking window seat but with the airplane as packed as it is what with the people behind me waiting to be seated, I agree to take the aisle seat and he’s got my window. Not a happy camper at all. Now tell me this, why oh why do the people sitting next to the windows insist on keeping the shutters closed? I look around. Not one glimpse of the outside. Not one! The whole way! I love seeing the fall trees as we get close but this time I’m stuck watching “Dark Shadows” which I cannot hear a word of WITH the earphones. Is it my imagination but since United took over Continental, these airplanes really suck? The Captain must be sensitive about this and announces that United has bought new airplanes but we are NOT on one. No shit, boss. Oh dear, enter foul mood!

We finally land in Boston and I can’t get out of that airplane fast enough, but yes, everything is as a remember it. I can feel the dark clouds lift. I grab my bag and go outside and there’s my ride! Works every time! I like my driver. He takes me around the long way and through some of the towns that surround Salem. Gave me a good tour he did and it didn’t cost extra! It is SO beautiful here. Interestingly, Salem and the surrounding areas are literally cut from solid rock. It looks like rocky mountain tops that were somehow cut to allow for cities. I bet it’s ancient mountain tops and I bet they are really high and these cities sit on the tippy top of them. This area is surrounded by water, just imagine how tall these mountains are under the water. Freaky!

And now the trouble begins. The shit begins to fly. The shit hits the fan! The fur begins to fly. It’s a bad day at Black Rock! Ok, I’ll stop. You get the picture. Proceed…..

The first thing is that there’s a hint, just a hint mind you, that a monster storm called Hurricane Sandy may have been following me to the northeast. Aww, I ain’t scared. I’m going to Salem and that’s that! And I do and here I am. We roll up in front of the Salem Waterfront Hotel and with ghost tours dancing in my head, I get all my stuff and walk in. I’m glad to be here …… but that won’t last long!

INTERMISSION!

Salem Beauty 2012

HA! WHAT A TIME FOR AN INTERMISSION, HUH?

Just kidding….

I approach the front desk and there’s this guy working there. He’s young, nice looking, cold, aloof, and he takes my American Express card and rings it up and announces that there’s not enough on the card to cover my whole stay at the hotel. What?! My whole stay? Yes, he says. I say to him that normally since I’ve already paid for one night deposit, the hotel doesn’t usually tally out the bill until at checkout. I’m completely prepared for that and I normally pay like that. He now informs me that that is not how it’s handled and I will need to cover the whole bill right now and we are $800 short. Well, I say I was expecting to use my payday in a few days to clear out the bill, so the $1,300 that’s on my American Express should fix things quite nicely until I check out. No, he says, we won’t be doing it that way and he just stands there looking at me. The next move is mine. So to say I was embarrassed is an understatement. I was very angry at this guy but I can’t just walk out like I want to. Finding a room in Salem during Halloween week is impossible! Now the very real idea of being homeless in Salem looms ahead of me. So I panic (always a solution) and begin pulling out my credit cards of which I was depending on for food and spending money. With each card chipping away at that $800, I still don’t quite make it. I’m sweating now and completely mortified and distraught. I do think this guy is enjoying watching me squirm before him. And then finally the girl that is working the front desk along side of him has had enough and she suggests calling the manager, who, the guy says is not in the hotel presently. She then suggests that he let me check in for the night and we could work it out in the morning. She’s fed-up with him and so am I! And then as I gather myself, face in a full red flush, the girl lamely tells the guy, “Oh, give her her Halloween Bag” and he grabs said bag from a pile of them behind him and hands it to me. I squeek, “Thank you” and creep away to the elevator like the low-life bitch that I am…..

By the time I get to my room, I’m fully mortified and hurt. I never expected something like that to happen. I’ve stayed here before, I’ve never had that problem. Not even at the Hawthorne Hotel, which I will be going back to now! I settle in my room and I get on the Internet to check my money and I realize that every credit card I gave to that guy now has a hold on it to be sure that the hotel gets it’s money. I now officially have NO MONEY while I’m here in Salem. I tried to use a card to pay for a tour and it was declined! I am in trouble, I begin to cry. What do I do? And they are going to want even more money in the morning. What the fuck am I going to do? Payday is not until next week! Oh, I’ve got myself into a fine mess. I can’t eat, take tours, I’ll be homeless…… 1600 miles from home and all alone……

And then I remember my tiny Las Vegas friend. The one I went to Las Vegas with. I swore to her that I would NEVER ask her for anything. She’s had so much loss in her life and I don’t want to affect her negatively in any way… but what can I do? So I pull myself together and call her. I’d rather have someone push pins under my fingernails than do this but I must. I explain my situation to her and she is very gracious and gives me her credit card number while I apologize profusely to her. I promise her that the credit card won’t be used, I’ll just give it to the hotel so they will shut the fuck up. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I run downstairs with the card number and give it to Sir Tight Ass and all is well with the world.

My other saving grace is my Wells Fargo account. Wells Fargo allows cash advances in emergencies and if this isn’t an emergency, then I don’t know what is. I get an advance and now I have some cash in my pocket. I love you Wells Fargo. You have saved me once again. My experience in Las Vegas is still very much with me and Wells Fargo was right there with me…… even at midnight! Thank you! And now there will be peace throughout the land…… well, sort of!

So you don’t know what happened in Las Vegas? Oh, you will, you will!

Salem NY Deli & PizzaOkay now, can I get on with my vacation, huh? So now the tour is out but I am starving and it is Friday night in Salem. I pull myself together, stop crying, and go to my favorite pizza place in the Mall. Wow, it’s really crowded. I put in my order and sit and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, and friggin’ wait! I notice the couple next to me waiting and I ask if they had been waiting long. They say, ya, about an hour. What? An hour? Sheeiitt. I’m hungry and really begin to worry here. Do you do that? You start to worry about getting your food and your whole world reduces down to just that one thought, will I ever get my food? You watch them, maybe that’s mine he’s working on over there. No, that went to those people. Well, they’re still working back there. No one is standing around doing nothing. Oh there maybe? No not mine. I look at my watch, man, this trip’s not going so well. I just want to eat my pizza. I look at the people next to me, they are still waiting. Why do we want others to suffer along with us? Somehow it makes us feel better. Wait, wait, waiting. Maybe I should leave. I’ve been here…… Oh! My number was called! Wow! Shit! Wow! I got my pizza, I got my pizza! Isn’t it funny what bad luck reduces us to….. and the people next to me, still waiting. Dang! I dive in and feel bad for them all at the same time! Their pizza finally comes. I now notice that he’s carrying some bongo drums and she’s carrying a saw, you know, one of those old timey flexible ones? Oh, I know, they’re a street act. You know how when you flex the saw and run a violin bow across it, it makes this weird sort of music? Ya, I’ve seen that and when they opened their case, it was FULL of cash. Ya, that’s what they do and now they can eat. Good, very good. It doesn’t take much to make me happy now as I eat my pizza with my tear-stained face. Oh pulleeeze!

I eat as much pizza as I can, grateful for small favors. Oh stop…… I now take to the streets of Salem and try my hand at some night photography. I usually really suck at it but this is actually looking pretty good. I’m using my tripod and people are walking up behind me and admiring my shots. Wow, I’m liking this! Here’s a couple of shots I took. Pretty good if I say so myself. I likee.
Salem Spooky House
Salem Spooky House

I walk around a bit more. It’s cold and I’ve had a very trying day. Guess I’ll go back to the hotel and have a hot, relaxing bath. Salem PillowsAnd I do and as I get ready for bed, I am reminded of what a weirdo I am. I move all the good pillows to the side and select the smallest, flattest pillow I can find and sleep on that. Probably a throwback to my vampire days. Those wooden coffins just didn’t have enough room for pillows. G’Night!

October 27, 2010 – Day 2

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2012 by Janet Glenn

THAT WAS THE WORSE BED I'VE EVER SLEPT IN!!!! OUCH!

Red's Sandwich ShopI have made a discovery … a realization really. I decided on this trip to dress the part every day. Here in Salem you can dress festively gothic and walk through the streets and feel right at home. I am dressing the way I really want to actually …. and I’m attracting so much attention! This is so cool! Last year I wore regular shirt, jeans, T-shirts, leggings, comfortable shoes and I was just one of the crowd, a “tourist.” Today I wore a black sweater with beads on it, black short capri leggings with black and orange stripped socks peeking out rom knee-high pirate-like suede boots and a black sweater duster. My hair is bushy, long to my waist and bright red. Nails = long and black. I’m walking and people are looking at me, talking to me, centering me out like I’m a celebrity almost. Well, I’ll be damned. I really think these people think I’m part of Salem, maybe even live and work here. When I was in the Old Burying Point Cemetery, people stopped me to ask me questions about the cemetery. They think I work here. Now I understand a lot of things. It doesn’t really matter how old you are, if you “look cool,” well, you’re cool! I love Salem. I can stretch my wings here. I dress how I really want to dress. I look like I feel! I go to a restaurant for breakfast, “Red’s Sandwich Shop,” and I feel so comfortable that I take big ol’ bites of my food and don’t care if anyone is watching me eat!!!

Boston Shore

It’s night, in my room finally. What a super busy day I had! When I left Red’s, I walked, took some video, shopped …. bought a cape! I love Salem!! Watched my favorite witch statue in a window (it’s raining) and jumped on the Trolley for a spin around Salem. I’m thinking I should go back to my room, I’m tired but shit no! My Trolley ticket is good just for today, so I take a ride out to the dock on Salem Harbor and jump on the Salem Ferry and ride all the way to Boston and back! I don’t know what it is about Salem. I’m just good at it! The Ferry ride is FUN! The weather is bad so the ride is rough and I love it! It feels like I’m riding on a bucking horse. It’s not really putting me to sleep like some of the other passengers I see around me. I’m not sleepy but I’m loving it. The movement is so relaxing and fun. I look around and there are a couple of guys nodding off. One is completely asleep with his mouth hanging open rocking and keeping time with the movement. The Captain of the Ferry makes a comment about my black nails. See I told you! It was sort of peculiar I know but just as soon as I got off the Ferry in Boston, I turned right around and got back on the Ferry to head back to Salem. Didn’t really have a desire to explore Boston all by myself. Makes a mental note, **Do Boston!**

Salem Arrival

Now we are coming to the dock in Salem at sunset. I could not ask for a better place to be at this moment! Oh, Boston is a beautiful city as well. I did get some beautiful photos of Boston as we approached it from the water …. and you’ll see them! The ride back is wonderful with the setting sun. As I go along, I look at the ancient islands passing by here and there. I’ve seen the tops of these islands in pictures on the internet over the years and I am once again awestruck that I’m actually seeing them up close, literally riding by right next to them. They are rocky and craggy and have a story to tell. They give off a feeling of spookiness …… well, what did you expect?

Back. What a wonderful trip! I want popcorn and a horror movie. Don’t like bloody slasher movies. Fooled everyone, right? You’d think I would like them, right? Don’t. The popcorn dude is playing with me. Flirting, a little sexual suggestion. Man, what clothes will do! Stay away from Kettle Corn, it sucks! The popcorn dude gives me a huge serving in a big ol’ bag. Much more than the stupid little containers he’s selling. He even ties my bag of popcorn with a twist tie. Helps me with carrying it I guess. He tells me to enjoy my scary movie and includes that the only thing scary in his life is his marriage. Damn, these clothes! And the guy was Irish. A beautiful Irish accent he had!

Back at the hotel. Walk through the lobby …. snooty …. nighty night! And they don’t have the pumpkins up yet. How long shall I have to wait?

Luvs,
Janet

October 26, 2010 – Day 1

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , , , on August 24, 2012 by Janet Glenn

Well, bend me over and *bleep* me up the ass! I’m on my way to Salem, Mass and I’ve just had my first screw! The airline just charged me $60 bucks to check 2 bags! OMG 60 bucks!!!

Airports = people watching. I can do it for hours. I wait well. My Dad worked for Braniff for 36 years. He began working for Braniff right out of the Marines after World War II. He was cleaning airplanes. When he retired, he was Manager, Ramp and Operations at Bush Intercontinental Airport. Of course, it wasn’t called Bush back in the 80s. My EX-husband gave my Dad a cigarette lighter with HMFIC engraved on it. HMFIC = Head Mother Fucker In Charge. You better believe it. My Dad was an Aries. Enough said.

I’m worried about having enough money to get home. No worries – I have Jason……. and the TWC (Unemployment Commission) it seems. Since I’ve been unemployed, the struggling has been horrendous. I’ve worried about this Salem trip every since I got laid off. So, of course, guess what happened? Well, the unemployment money ran out a couple of weeks ago and as luck would have it, my emergency funds from the Government came through while I am here in Salem! They actually made an emergency deposit. Holy shit! I guess I was supposed to get to Salem and I can get home too, well early, for a job interview that came up the very night before I left for Salem. I feel compelled to leave Salem early, NOT happy about that! (Note: By the way, I got the job!)

Okay, back to my purpose here! I am on the airplane flying my old ass to Salem! Boy, I’ve waited for this for a long time. It’s been a long, hard, worrisome wait what with the unemployment and all but here I am finally. I’m peering out the airplane window as we speak! Question: Why on earth when you have an airplane full of adults would the movie be “Toy Story 3?” How many of these Continental flights are full of children I ask? Especially this early in the day on a week day? Who makes these decisions? Who says, “Well, since there’s hardly any children on our flights at this time, let’s play a children’s movie.” Now that I think of it, a lot of decisions made in our country make about as much sense! The guy sitting next to me was wondering what the movie would be …… surprise!

So here I squirm. I remind myself of the kid, “Are we there yet?” I must have checked my watch 50 times. 3 hours ….. 2 hours ….. I’m worried about having to pee. I drank water at the airport. Do you do that? Sit and worry about having to pee? We all do it, don’t we, especially in an airplane. I have the fear of getting locked in the airplane restroom because I did when I was small. I flew a lot, got locked in once but it scarred me for life. I keep looking at the guy next to me. He’s on the aisle seat. I’m sizing him up to ask him if he’ll let me out so I can go pee. This goes on for quite sometime. I see others getting up and going. I envy them. I think about their empty bladders and how long before they will have to pee again. Fuck, I’m obsessing. I hate that.

Here comes the flight attendants with their goodies. Ah, just what I need, a full can of Coke! Um, drank that down. My pants are getting tighter. Maybe I’ll take a nap. I love turbulence! It makes me feel like I’m being rocked like a baby. I fall asleep – twice! I wake up, look at my watch. The stupid movie is still on. Hmmmmm. Pull out my book, read a page and the guy next to me stretches, yawns, looks back towards the restrooms, gets his ass up and walks back there. Here’s my chance! I tear, scrape and lurch my ass back there as fast as I possibly can. The restrooms are full but I don’t care. I’m waiting my ass right here. I get to go for cripes sake!

All the way to Salem from the airport, my driver bitches, moans and groans about how terrible it is here in Salem …… corruption, unemployment. How people including he have these expensive degrees and huge student loans and can’t find work. He’s driving a taxi for crap’s sake! He told me about a person who has requested a refund on their degree. “Here, you can have the degree, I want my tuition money back. I promise I won’t remember anything you taught me!” I asked him if that can be done and he said it is being looked at by the legal people. Wow! I’ve never heard of that …….. BUT back to me, you know, ME! Everything is about me! I’m on vacation here, spending my money here, I want to look at beautiful Salem now. I’m here! I’m sorry if it’s corrupt and struggling but the fact is, I came here to get away from all that shit so shut the fuck up and let me have my fun! Love you, driver, but you’re distracting me. Don’t I sound selfish?!

Salem Common

Okay, arrive at the Hawthorne Hotel, not checked in yet, not 3:00 pm so I take a lovely walk around the Salem Common. First photo taken, check! God, I’m happy to be here. I can just stand in one place and be happy!

I go back to the Hawthorne and get checked in and go to my room, make a call or two and then I venture back out. I want to have a Tarot card reading and that’s just what I’ll do.

Well, the reading. It’s my first night in Salem and I’m in search of a real psychic by God! So there I find one in a room next to a pizza place. Hmmmm. The room is made up to look all spooky and shit. I have my reading and I must admit I walked away at least somewhat convinced. It’s a racket for sure but the lady did surprise me. At the beginning, she only had eyes for the $5 bill I had in my hand which was my change from paying for the reading. I watched her eyes follow my hand as I took the $5 bill and slowly bent down and stuck it in my purse. She was not letting it out of her sight! Actually, before hitting my purse, I jerked my hand with the $5 quickly to the left and then to the right just so I could watch her eyes dart this way and that following that fiver! Hee! Okay, I’ll quit fucking with her. But alas, the reading. She began by asking me questions that were designed to get all the information she would need so she could look like she was psychic. Shit, I’ve wasted my money I’m thinking. She basically repeated everything back to me I just said and was sitting with her eyes closed holding my phone acting as if “something” was coming from “somewhere.” Then towards the end she said something very curious. She picked up something about Jason that there was no way she could have known. I jumped on it because if it was true, I was pissed. It was something he wasn’t supposed to be doing! She got nervous because it was something that I wasn’t supposed to know! She apologized looking as if she had suddenly stepped in something. Shit. She actually did something! She also picked up on an illness he has. Geez. And the reading was supposed to be about me! She asked for my email address to keep in touch. Maybe she’s trying to make me feel better. I never heard from her. And the $5 bill? She got it!!!!

Church by the Witch House

Tonight, walking through the streets of Salem in the dark. The streets are deserted. Lovely … I’m happy. I stand in the dark in front of an ancient church next to the Witch House. It is very dark here, cold and yet I just stand there looking up at the church, really feeling the history here. I know I should be scared here alone in the dark, 1,600 miles from home, staring at this old church where 2 unfortunate souls, caught in the witch hysteria of 1692, were excommunicated from this church and then one was executed by hanging and the other was pressed to death. That happened here, right here where I’m standing …. in the dark, in the cold. Oh Salem, how you do make me feel!!!

So I turn away and walk back to the Hawthorne Hotel. Day 1 is over and I’m already feeling tearful, for you see, I’m already worrying about having to leave Salem in a week from now. I will now be tearful for the remainder of the trip. I’m such a dork!

Luvs,
Janet

Intermission!

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , on August 20, 2012 by Janet Glenn

Chestnut Street Window Pumpkins

Alrighty then, I’ve reached a little break here in the telling of my adventures I encountered during my trip to Salem, Massachusetts in 2009. I’m sure that all of you who know me personally have always known my penchant for anything and everything creepy and spooky and my adoration for writing and irreverent humor. You also know that it was a natural progression for me to create Halloween’s Unseen and go on my eerie travels to Salem, Massachusetts. So somehow I’ve thrown it all together into one cauldron and it rests here on my Word Press blog for your enjoyment.

Happily, I am ready to begin telling you about my next trip to Salem in 2010. It has much more craziness and irreverent humor than my 2009 trip and I think you will have a real good time reading it. Please take a moment to peruse the photos that I add because photography is one of my passions as well.

GOOD NEWS! I’m taking a trip to Salem this year (2012)! I’ve obtained my airline fare for $5 frickin’ dollars! Oh yes, I’m going! It’s funny, it cost me less to fly than it does to check my baggage. It’s a crazy world! And, I’ve also got my hotel reservations! I have added a new attraction to my 2012 trip. This year I will be spending 3 nights in Boston and they have spooky tours and history for me to immerse myself in. The hotel is a couple of blocks from the beautiful Boston waterfront. Then I will go on and spend a week in Salem. Oh rapture! I am ready to go! This should be a very interesting blog this year!

Okay, I’ll stop here and begin sharing my adventures in Salem in 2010!

Love to each of you!

Janet

November 2, 2009 – Day 7

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , on August 19, 2012 by Janet Glenn

Awww, last day in Salem. Even with everything, I’m incredibly sad to leave Salem. Please don’t make me! I drag ass and pack up my shit. I don’t want to go! Did I already say that? Well, I don’t want to go! The idea of going back to Houston repulses me. I’m thinking, I want to stay longer but I’m broke on my ass. I’ve got to go. After all, I’m the “no credit card kid.” Cash only, baby! And I’m almost out of cash. So I check out but I’ve got to wait here in the hotel lobby for a couple of hours for my ride to the Boston airport. Guess I’ll just sit here and stare out the windows for a couple of hours. Can’t really move around much. What if he comes early or something? So here I sit looking out the windows at Salem. Two hours have now passed and oh look, there’s my ride …. with a flat tire! Oh shit, the day has begun! And a lady is driving! Sorry ladies, but I’d rather have a male driver at this point! She jumps out all chipper and shit and comes around to help me and I point at the back tire and she really goes off! I’m thinking, this is not my problem, this is not my problem! She’s running around in small circles repeating over and over, “What shall I do? What shall I do?” I shrug. So she thinks and then calls in. Good idea! The dude tells her to at least find a gas station and air it up and meet him at such and such place and they’ll trade cars. Good idea! So she asks me, “Where’s the nearest gas station?” I shrug. I do reluctantly at this point look over Salem and I spy a gas station sign. I do at least tell her that. We go, get air and drive. I’m not letting this get to me. It’s not my problem. I’m just too beat up! So we do get to the designated meeting place and we switch cars.

On the way to the airport, I see this gorgeous subdivision on a cliff overlooking Revere Beach. Yes, that Revere! Oh, I must come back! The most beautiful Victorian homes I’ve ever seen in my life! I will be back!

As we’re driving down the freeway to Boston, we see the other car with the dude driving by us and the tire is almost flat again. We just laugh and laugh and laugh! Finally, at the airport. These security dudes are pretty rigid. I practically had to get nude to get through and the lady security had a couple of issues with me and she was downright mean! Then it dawned on me as I finally passed through. This is the Boston airport where those two flights left and flew right into the World Trade Center! And this is where those terrorists were! I look around as if their ghosts are still hanging around here. I immediately check my attitude and understand why security was like that. Jesus, they’re just doing their jobs …. now. It was quite unsettling, let me tell you. I never thought I’d be this close to anything having to do with September 11th. I feel humbled.

Okay, I walk on through and what’s the first thing I see? A BOOKSTORE! Yes, there is a God in the Boston airport! I have some time so I peruse the books, buy a couple for the flight and go in search of something to eat perhaps. I know …… So I find a Wendy’s. One last splurge, right? I order up, get all situated at my table with my books and my food and I notice that there’s quite a storm brewing outside. Perfect! Then I bite my burger. IT SUCKS! It tastes like friggin’ airport food! No sense complaining, it’s a friggin’ airport! This is not my problem! So I pick at my burger, eat my fries and gulp my drink down and watch the storm roll in all the while. I love the weather in New England and it always seems so dark. Yes, I’m in my element. Please don’t make me go! Well, almost flight time. I go to the gate. I’m hearing the flight’s late, not late, late, not late and shit, it was on time. I dejectedly move through the jet way, onto the plane and to my seat. No smelling my face now I guess. I’m at a window seat but I’m just so sad, I don’t even want to smell my face.

And I get home. And that’s the end of my trip. I didn’t realize I’d feel like this. Salem kept a piece of my heart it did and now I’ll never be completely happy again unless I am there. See you next year – Haunted Happenings 2010!.

Luvs,
Janet

October 27, 2009 – Day 1

Posted in Salem with tags , , , , , on April 8, 2012 by Janet Glenn

Haunted Happenings Banner

Well, freakies, I have made it. I’m here in beautiful Salem, Massachusetts. I must say that it is quite lovely here. The drive from the airport was picture postcard perfect. I even saw the Atlantic Ocean on my way. The air here in Salem is not dry as I thought it would be. Actually it is very damp. If it wasn’t so cold, it would feel like a humid day just like in Houston.

Hawthorne Hotel Room 402

The people here are mostly nice but their ways are very different from ours. I’m used to southern hospitality as you know. The first thing I noticed is that I received no help with my luggage. I was carrying a camera bag, a computer bag and a very heavy suitcase. When the van got me to the hotel, the driver took my luggage out of the van but left it standing there on the sidewalk so I took hold of it and tried to bully it through the door. I was not having good luck with it at all. It was heavy and I kept banging my ankles with bags. Finally some people came out the door and they held it open for me. Then I proceed to the front desk and I get the usual “front desk” kind of look that they all are so famous for. Funny: Listen how they say “thank you.” It’s hilarious! So I get all checked in, they hand me my door key and say “thank you.” Well thank you to you too! There was no one to help me up to my room with my luggage! No one even offered! Well, thank you, drive through! What, no bellboys with their hands out wanting tips? This has to be a first for me. Nevertheless, I managed to get up to my room and the room is wonderful. Now if I can figure out how to turn on the heat.

Salem Witch Museum

As soon as I got a bit settled, I raced outside to get some photos! That’s my real purpose for this trip. Oh, and I wasn’t disappointed with this! I got some great photos and I never went more than a couple of blocks from the hotel. Salem is really a small city. It’s no more than about a mile from one end to the other. You can really walk to everything if you wanted to. I did see a couple of panhandlers in the park …… feels like home.

Now at this point I’m really starving so I make my way back to the hotel. Have you ever noticed that when you look forward to doing something for a long time and when you finally get to do it, everything begins to go wrong? Well, my problems with my luggage have been ongoing considering the fact that I tripped over my computer bag on the jet way as you leave the plane and I almost crashed into a lady sitting there in a wheelchair. I didn’t feel too bad because the man in front of me was pulling his bag along on rollers and it got stuck on a corner that was there. So here we are, the man’s pulling and tugging trying to get his bag free and I’m trying my best not to land squarely in the lap of the lady in the wheelchair. And why do we always want someone else to suffer along with us? Me, the man and our luggage!

So here I’m really tired, hungry and my ankles are aching. I walk in the restaurant and I immediately feel uncomfortable. It’s because I’m alone. When you are eating alone, you feel like everyone is looking at you. The service was good and so was the food BUT you guessed it, I screwed up again. Things have been so rocky since the airplane landed that I swear someone has put a curse on me or something. Now I pull a good one. While I’m eating I suddenly turn around to look at something over my shoulder and what’d I do? I knocked my damn sandwich on the floor! So what’s the first thing we do when we do something really stupid? We look around real quick to see if anyone is looking, right? Fortunately, I didn’t knock the whole sandwich over, just a portion but it’s a club sandwich and there’s about six layers to each section. Well one of my sections is now on the floor and I’m trying to pick up the pieces with no one seeing me. I’m having trouble bending over to get at it and then I get this picture in my mind of me and the chair toppling over. That struck horror in my soul so I left a piece of chicken on the floor. I kicked it under one of the legs of the table and they’ll probably find it in about 10 years. And no, I did not eat it. One of the pieces came up with what looked like an orange feather on it. Nope, won’t be eating that!

I did finally eat and went to my room. I was exhausted! Hmmm, there may be a ghost in here. I just felt someone or something playing with my hair on the top of my head. I thought maybe it was a spider or something but nothing’s there. Thank gawd! I hate spiders and I would have run screaming down the hallway. Now I’ve got the heebie jeebies …. stuff crawling on me.

Toujours Moi Lotion

Let me tell you a funny story. The whole time I was on the airplane, I kept smelling the most beautiful fragrance. It was a haunting odor. You ever smelled something like that? I couldn’t figure out what it was or where it was coming from but I really liked it. I’m thinking that I sure would like to find perfume that smelled like that. Anyway, I enjoyed it the whole flight. It smelled vaguely familiar like I had smelled it somewhere before. After I left the airplane and for the whole drive to the hotel, I didn’t smell it anymore. I really didn’t give it another thought until when I took a bath. For some reason I could smell it now in the bathroom. I thought how strange it was. I was loving it and then suddenly I realized, the odor was the lotion I had put on my face. So, I was sitting there on the airplane, a window seat, smelling my own face! Oh my gawd, I have to be the silliest dumbass I’ve ever known! I had just started using this lotion a couple of weeks ago and there I was smelling my own face bouncing off the airplane window! Dork!

And that was my first day in Salem!

Luvs,
Janet

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