Notes-ish: Louisville, Kentucky

The worst part about traveling for an extended period of time — at least in terms of physical discomfort — is not not getting to sleep in your own bed. Anything is a bed if you’re tired enough.

It’s not eating fast food 24/7. You can life hack your way to some fresh veggies from Subway and sprinkle some extra onions on your Wendy’s chili.

No, the worst part is the shower.

Every shower is different. Think of your own shower and imagine trying to tell someone how to turn it on. Here’s how my written note to a guest would go:

“OK, so the tub is really long so that’s why there are two shower curtains here. You could just open them from the middle where the shower curtains meet, but it’s better to open the curtain from the end closest to the water knobs. Because from that angle you can reach the water knobs in a way where you won’t get shot with water when you turn the shower on. OK, then, start with the hot water knob. It’s the one on the left. Turn it just a centimeter. The water pressure is low but that’s good because it’ll be crazy, like burn your arm, hot in about five seconds, which is why you need to then quickly go to the cold water knob, the knob on the right. Turn it hard and fast to the left but not all the way to the left or there’s no turning back. Why not turn on the cold water first? Well then the hot water never seems to have a chance to catch up and you’re screwed taking a cold shower. Again, no turning back. If you want to adjust the water pressure during the shower do not touch the hot water knob. I repeat, DO NOT TOUCH THE HOT WATER KNOB. Just kind of jiggle the cold water knob a little and you’ll get there. OK, so when you’re done, just turn them both to the right again and then take the dry washcloth on the sink and use it to turn them even harder to the right so they turn completely off… ENJOY! THANKS FOR STAYING!”

Yikes.

How many times have you prayed that you don’t have to ask the home owner to turn on your shower for you like a big baby?

Further adding to the awkward panic is the fact that you’re also naked at this point. You hadn’t thought about how you would turn on the water, just that you needed to get under its running stream.

Luckily my Airbnb shower in Louisville, our first stop on a 3-state Lo-Class tour, was one of those ones that required just a turn of the knob and an adjustment or two for perfectly kosher water temps.

But if my time in Louisville was any indication (and maybe it wasn’t; I was only there for a night) it wouldn’t have been a problem if the shower was temperamental. Because everyone was so nice.

They’d probably help no matter what. Even if you were half naked in their strange home sheepishly nodding toward the shower like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Gallery K & Coffeehouse
Gallery K & Coffeehouse in Louisville’s Germantown neighborhood.
My coffeehouse work companion.
My coffeehouse work companion.
Gallery K's DJ delivering the hits.
Gallery K’s DJ delivering nothing but the hits… and hits of nostalgia.
Cool art and couch.
Cool art. Cool couch. Hot coffee.
I liked the back of the sign better than the front.
I liked the back of the sign better than the front.
My heart may still be in Old Louisville.
My heart may still be in Old Louisville.
They're serious about their nostalgia here. The first show on the tour was at this awesome little '80-themed sandwich place called Slice. Lots of reading materials for visitors, like the VHS jacket for Valley Girls that beckoned proudly, "Introducing Nicolas Cage."
They’re serious about their nostalgia here. The first show on the tour was at this awesome little ’80-themed sandwich place called Slice. Lots of reading materials for visitors, like the VHS jacket for Valley Girl that beckoned shamelessly, “Introducing Nicolas Cage.”
The Eggy Pop. (Did I mention it's '80s themed.) Deviled egg salad, tomato and spring greens.
The Eggy Pop. (Did I mention it’s ’80s themed.) Deviled egg salad, tomato and spring greens on wheatberry.
Hey, boys.
Heeeeeey, boys.
Gotta put this on my "to Google search" list.
Gotta put this on my “to Google search” list.
Are we not men?!
Are we not men?!
My girl made the cut.
My girl made the cut.
"My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met." That's all for now, folks.
“My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.”
That’s all for now, folks.

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