30 Days: Day Two-Day Three
Well, well, well. I'm at a crossroads. Sometimes you have to decide what you will and will not divulge in your blog. But, if I'm going to write about this 30 day adventure, then I'd better tell all.
Day Two was chock full of new things and lots of old ones too. I started the morning at a local coffeehouse for a cup of joe and a muffin. I've been going there in the mornings before work, and I have say it's a great way to start the day. It helps me relax and feel like my entire life isn't just work and home. Plus, there's the caffeine.
Much later Tom stopped by to pick me up for our day of adventure. We'd decided to park at his house and then walk to the art museum. Then maybe wander down to a coffeeshop and hang out. We thought we might even make it to Mutz for $5 pitcher night. It was a good plan and a different one. Anyone who knows Toledo knows that public transport sucks and almost everyone has a car, so walking? Downtown? Crazy. But it was great because it was a terrific day, not too cold, blue skies and we noticed so many new things. The art relief of stylized grecian women pouring out urns was my favorite. It's amazing the buildings with cool architectural details here, but no one around to use them. Tom's favorite was Joe Computer, which may also have been the creepiest mannequin ever to grace this fair earth. It was part of an old display for a Old Newboys Assoc and apparently had been there for about 20 years. Those faded pink pants had been red at one time and I'm pretty the sure the Cosby sweater she was wearing was fashionable at that same time. Her jaw had fallen off (or been sawed off...the edges *were* rather clean...) and then bolted back into place. A lot. She was wearing a badge of merit with a ribbon: Joe Computer. Definitely a winner.
But neither of these things is the highlight of the evening nor the adventure of Day Three. For that we must fast forward past Easy Street where we had our first cocktails in lieu of coffee, past $5 pitcher night at Mutz, past me drunkenly hitting on old friends who look mysteriously like old boyfriends (And that opened yet another can of worms...did I date that guy because he looked like a friend I'd had a crush on? Is it a Russ/Ross scenario?), past even the last minute, close-the-bar run to Ripcord, where I was fed shots despite my keen desire to go home. One would stop that tape right on the drive home. As I leaned out the car to vomit everywhere, who should show up but the cops. Arresting my friend Matt for driving under the influence, and allowing me a nice brisk walk home at 3am. I was right around the corner from my house, and I'd rather have that then the flashing lights of the cops dropping me off.
So all in all, I can say that the walking downtown was a great adventure for Day Two, but as night rolled into the next morning, Day Three had taken a turn. Being pulled over and talking to a cop while wiping vomit from my face was another first. Let's hope that's also the last. Here's to the adventure of Day Four...
Day Two was chock full of new things and lots of old ones too. I started the morning at a local coffeehouse for a cup of joe and a muffin. I've been going there in the mornings before work, and I have say it's a great way to start the day. It helps me relax and feel like my entire life isn't just work and home. Plus, there's the caffeine.
Much later Tom stopped by to pick me up for our day of adventure. We'd decided to park at his house and then walk to the art museum. Then maybe wander down to a coffeeshop and hang out. We thought we might even make it to Mutz for $5 pitcher night. It was a good plan and a different one. Anyone who knows Toledo knows that public transport sucks and almost everyone has a car, so walking? Downtown? Crazy. But it was great because it was a terrific day, not too cold, blue skies and we noticed so many new things. The art relief of stylized grecian women pouring out urns was my favorite. It's amazing the buildings with cool architectural details here, but no one around to use them. Tom's favorite was Joe Computer, which may also have been the creepiest mannequin ever to grace this fair earth. It was part of an old display for a Old Newboys Assoc and apparently had been there for about 20 years. Those faded pink pants had been red at one time and I'm pretty the sure the Cosby sweater she was wearing was fashionable at that same time. Her jaw had fallen off (or been sawed off...the edges *were* rather clean...) and then bolted back into place. A lot. She was wearing a badge of merit with a ribbon: Joe Computer. Definitely a winner.
But neither of these things is the highlight of the evening nor the adventure of Day Three. For that we must fast forward past Easy Street where we had our first cocktails in lieu of coffee, past $5 pitcher night at Mutz, past me drunkenly hitting on old friends who look mysteriously like old boyfriends (And that opened yet another can of worms...did I date that guy because he looked like a friend I'd had a crush on? Is it a Russ/Ross scenario?), past even the last minute, close-the-bar run to Ripcord, where I was fed shots despite my keen desire to go home. One would stop that tape right on the drive home. As I leaned out the car to vomit everywhere, who should show up but the cops. Arresting my friend Matt for driving under the influence, and allowing me a nice brisk walk home at 3am. I was right around the corner from my house, and I'd rather have that then the flashing lights of the cops dropping me off.
So all in all, I can say that the walking downtown was a great adventure for Day Two, but as night rolled into the next morning, Day Three had taken a turn. Being pulled over and talking to a cop while wiping vomit from my face was another first. Let's hope that's also the last. Here's to the adventure of Day Four...
posted by CJ at 5:30 AM
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