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you’ve got a meeting with her at the jail tomorrow morning. I set it all up. I know the warden, we’ve met on several occasions and he provided me with a little professional courtesy, as they call it.”
He gave me all the details on the meeting and I ended my call with him.
“What?” Elise asked.
“Looks like we’re shackin’ up here, tonight.”
She raised some concern over the kids still being at the beach, but another phone-call to Jamie put that to rest. She was fine with watching them. I don’t know how she does it. Managing three kids like that. I would lose my mind. I guess that’s just one of the many reasons that women are vastly superior to men.
“Oh hey,” I said. “Guess where we’re staying tonight.”
“Where?”
“A HOTEL!”
“Okay.”
“Yay! Faced! Whatcha think about that, beyotch?!”
“Sounds great.”
“Oh. Great. Let’s order. Fatty hungry!”
***
After gorging ourselves with dinner and dessert, Elise suggested we walk to the Gap at the end of the shopping center and pick up some fresh clothes. We didn’t plan on staying the night when we left.
“Here you go,” Elise said to me as we entered the store, “it’s time for you to get some clothes that were made this century.”
“Ugh, fine.”
Elise went to the women’s side of the store while I wandered around the men’s department totally lost.
V-neck tshirts? Get real.
There is no way I’m wearing that. I’ll settle for a button-up shirt and an undershirt. No need for new shorts, the ones I’m wearing are just fine.
I grabbed a shirt, guessed at the size and took off to find Elise. She was in the underwear section on the far side of the store. UNDERWEAR!
Back in the men’s department I grabbed three pairs of the most ridiculously priced boxer briefs I’ve ever seen then went back to round up Elise who had her arms filled with way more clothing necessary for a brief prison visit. I was pretty upset that I wouldn’t be able to wash my underwear before wearing them, though; as I have this odd hang-up about wearing clothes right off the rack. I realized I had no other option though when Elise offered to throw them in a digesting laundromat washing machine.
“Barf! No thank you!”
“You realize that the clothes and the machine come out clean at the end of every cycle, correct?”
“Well, they’re not cleaned with fire, which is about what it would take for me to put my clothes in one of those disgusting pieces of shit.”
Argument over. Apparently, I won.
It was time to go.
Gina, who was working the register and had a nose like one of those creepy beak masks from Eyes Wide Shut, took our money with a nice smile and a thank you and we were on our way to the closest hotel. We didn’t have to drive very far before settling on a nice looking place. We went inside, got one room with two queen beds, and retired for the night. We had to meet with Ms. Ricks early tomorrow morning.
14.
We had a little over an hour drive ahead of us when we checked out of the hotel and headed to the California Institute for Women, in Corona, where Emma Ricks would be waiting to talk to us. I was shocked to notice that we actually arrived early, despite two separate stops demanded by me. One for a Rockstar and another one to pee it out. Apparently, I have the bladder of a little girl.
We pulled into the visitor center of the prison, got out of the car and proceeded to look around and take it all in. Shawshank this was not. In fact, the prison itself was about as exciting as a Hostess donut. It was nothing but big, drab gray buildings set in to what appeared to be a giant circle. I had no idea where to go. I let Elise take charge.
After going through the usual motions of entering a prison, we were finally sitting in the visiting area, which looked, actually, exactly as they do in the movies. Elise and I were directed where to sit by one of the guards and told our prisoner would be out shortly.
We took a seat in the
He gave me all the details on the meeting and I ended my call with him.
“What?” Elise asked.
“Looks like we’re shackin’ up here, tonight.”
She raised some concern over the kids still being at the beach, but another phone-call to Jamie put that to rest. She was fine with watching them. I don’t know how she does it. Managing three kids like that. I would lose my mind. I guess that’s just one of the many reasons that women are vastly superior to men.
“Oh hey,” I said. “Guess where we’re staying tonight.”
“Where?”
“A HOTEL!”
“Okay.”
“Yay! Faced! Whatcha think about that, beyotch?!”
“Sounds great.”
“Oh. Great. Let’s order. Fatty hungry!”
***
After gorging ourselves with dinner and dessert, Elise suggested we walk to the Gap at the end of the shopping center and pick up some fresh clothes. We didn’t plan on staying the night when we left.
“Here you go,” Elise said to me as we entered the store, “it’s time for you to get some clothes that were made this century.”
“Ugh, fine.”
Elise went to the women’s side of the store while I wandered around the men’s department totally lost.
V-neck tshirts? Get real.
There is no way I’m wearing that. I’ll settle for a button-up shirt and an undershirt. No need for new shorts, the ones I’m wearing are just fine.
I grabbed a shirt, guessed at the size and took off to find Elise. She was in the underwear section on the far side of the store. UNDERWEAR!
Back in the men’s department I grabbed three pairs of the most ridiculously priced boxer briefs I’ve ever seen then went back to round up Elise who had her arms filled with way more clothing necessary for a brief prison visit. I was pretty upset that I wouldn’t be able to wash my underwear before wearing them, though; as I have this odd hang-up about wearing clothes right off the rack. I realized I had no other option though when Elise offered to throw them in a digesting laundromat washing machine.
“Barf! No thank you!”
“You realize that the clothes and the machine come out clean at the end of every cycle, correct?”
“Well, they’re not cleaned with fire, which is about what it would take for me to put my clothes in one of those disgusting pieces of shit.”
Argument over. Apparently, I won.
It was time to go.
Gina, who was working the register and had a nose like one of those creepy beak masks from Eyes Wide Shut, took our money with a nice smile and a thank you and we were on our way to the closest hotel. We didn’t have to drive very far before settling on a nice looking place. We went inside, got one room with two queen beds, and retired for the night. We had to meet with Ms. Ricks early tomorrow morning.
14.
We had a little over an hour drive ahead of us when we checked out of the hotel and headed to the California Institute for Women, in Corona, where Emma Ricks would be waiting to talk to us. I was shocked to notice that we actually arrived early, despite two separate stops demanded by me. One for a Rockstar and another one to pee it out. Apparently, I have the bladder of a little girl.
We pulled into the visitor center of the prison, got out of the car and proceeded to look around and take it all in. Shawshank this was not. In fact, the prison itself was about as exciting as a Hostess donut. It was nothing but big, drab gray buildings set in to what appeared to be a giant circle. I had no idea where to go. I let Elise take charge.
After going through the usual motions of entering a prison, we were finally sitting in the visiting area, which looked, actually, exactly as they do in the movies. Elise and I were directed where to sit by one of the guards and told our prisoner would be out shortly.
We took a seat in the
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