Shit man you saved my ass. I was so fukin nervous like you predicted. The motel didn't have a record player so I pre-recorded it into my iPod. Thank the devil. The iPod was playing Sade and things were going ok but then my jonsin just buckled for no reason. I curled up into a ball and started to shake. Then, and I have no idea how or why, the ipod shuffled songs over to Whitesnake. After the first couple guitar strums I was a new man. It was like Wilt Chamberlain had taken over my midsection. By the time the song was over, the deed was done. I fell right to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, she was still exhausted. For good reason! There wasn't shit on cable so yep, in went the Heavy Metal Parking Lot. Judas Priest Turbo. I got so fired up I played Whitesnake again and I don't need to tell you how powerful that shit is. Anyway, we both need to see a chiropractor now, but I think it was worth it.