The Frenzy of Room 118

The Cellar Dwellers are now officially, bonafide, certified big time. Last night not only did the Cellar Dwellers perform a killer show at St Vincent College, we followed it up with a nice, well deserved stay in complementary hotel rooms. That's right, St Vincent paid for the the Cellar Dwellers to spend the night partying like rock stars in a hotel. And it wasn't just any hotel. It was a Holiday Inn Express. Yeah. That's right. St Vincent doesn't skimp on keeping the talent satisfied. These hotel rooms even had complimentary irons and ironing boards - which, for the record, are unbelievably difficult to conceal in a gym bag.

Right now I know all our loyal readers are salivating to know more of our outlandish hyjinx. Did we wreck a room, dunk televisions into a pool, chuck phones at hospitality workers? Don't worry, dear reader, I shall not disappoint, and don't salivate on your keyboard. After our highly successful St Vincent show, we spent some time with the myriad nubile young co-eds St Vincent has to offer. These lovelies were absolutely smitten with our witty, urbane selves, but the Cellar Dwellers are above all else gentlemen. Despite frantic pleadings from our winsome admirers we retired to our hotel alone.

Once back in our quarters, we decided to order a pizza. Papa John's was called. They were closing at the time, but once they heard the name Cellar Dwellers they were eager to fire the kitchen back up. The Cellar Dwellers, with great respect for the common working man, demurred, insisting they not bother. A late night Wendy's run was initiated.

While relaxing in our palatial accommodations, satiated with burgers, we cracked open a few beers. Then the real party began. Larry - master of mischievous mayhem he is - produced some card games he had brought. We Cellar Dwellers proceeded to play Apples to Apples deep into the night and into the morning. As the alcohol lubricant took hold we became wild. We began hurling empty beer cans all over the room. Ben jumped on the bed. I pocketed shampoo. We were wild men, true followers of Dionysus. We were unshackled animals...For at least five minutes. Then we felt bad, and cleaned up after ourselves. But we cleaned like rock stars: with attitude.

This morning we hit the continental breakfast with ruthless abandon. I had so many tiny muffins, they had to cut me off. But I was undeterred. I returned for more. The Holiday Inn Express's rules cannot hope to contain a rebellious spirit such as my own. I also stole a banana. And I'd do it again. We all would. So let this serve as notice to all hotels out there. If the Cellar Dwellers are checking in, you're in for a long night. We live like the stars we are.

shalom
James