that was what the grumpy motel lady told me over the phone. oh well, we fooled her anyway. even after many threats of no visitors, 6 linguists (dagestanian documentarian and descriptivist who will not have premarital sex but dances like she has two minutes left to live living in germany, australian spandex wearing beach hating kite flying anthropologist in an indiana jones hat, ambitious grateful dead loving computational linguist from midwest, sexy blonde jewish new yorker studying vernacular african american english from canada, big eyed french speaking dancing queen linguist anthropologist at heart from oklahoma, and i) were able to sneak into this 1 star paradise. eating and drinking many beers at the mexican dive by the amtrak bus stop only got better when we were joined by a car sales man and a business student. oh my...
