A Blanket in Hell

You are probably thinking, "Arlene, what is a blanket in hell?" Well, I forgot to mention while we were in West Texas, the comment made by the lone mechanic who fixes "foreign" cars was that when someone from West Texas dies and goes to hell, they ask the devil for a blanket. Well, that is how damn hot it is here- even in Austin!
I would really like to tell you some fantastic news about the car but I just can't since there isn't any. I have to say that if you are an Inifiniti driver or if you ever were to buy an Infiniti, the customer service is off the charts fantastic. The Redwood City guy arranged the Austin guy to take us in but unfortunately the part has to be overnighted and of course, it's Friday. I decided to have the Austin guy arrange the part to be sent to the New Orleans guy and it can get fixed on Monday. Keep in mind though, we are driving to Houston tomorrow (3+ hours) and then New Orleans on Sunday (5.5 hours)without any A/C. I bought those little motorized fans but Bob just looked at me and and said we should have stayed in Austin until Monday but, I really want to get out of this hotel. I feel like I am staying for a conference. It is too big and also very outdated and they charged an arm and a leg. To top it off, the massage wasn't too good AND Bob almost died on the golf course. He told me he was getting heat stroke since he forgot his hat, didn't eat anything and it was 98+ degrees outside. He said he grabbed a towel on the back nine, wet it and became an Arab for the rest of the course. Too bad I didn't get a picture of that!