We arrived in Ohio late Sunday night and scrounged for floor and couch space in Kevin's new apartment with 7 guys. Few of us had bought sleeping bags, so blankets and pillows were doled out, but the distribution wasn't exactly handled well: Andy and I went through the night with no blankets, forcing Andy to put on a sweatshirt and me to cover myself with a bathtowl. Little did we know that Nate was sleeping on the floor five feet away with FOUR BLANKETS. He actually remarked on how much he was sweating the next morning. Also, Kevin's door spontaneously locked during the night so Nate and I had to pee in the woods behind his apartment building. Pretty much exactly what you'd expect out of 7 guys sharing a one-bedroom apartment on the first night of a hastily-planned roadtrip.
Monday we ate at Kevin's parents before heading to Cincinnati for the Brewers-Reds game. Great seats two rows off the wall in left field. Ryan Braun waved to us. More importantly, we harassed Jonny Gomes the entire game until he got yanked after blasting a three-run homer that put it out of reach for the Brewers. Also, apparently Great American Ballpark doesn't accept vertical IDs, so those of us looking to imbibe were out of luck. In my case, this void was filled by deluxe nachos. I'll be the death of me yet. Still, it was hands down the most fun I've ever had at a sporting event where my team lost.
Steak 'n Shake at 1:30am for a few of the guys. Sleep in armchair, this time with blanket.
Tuesday everyone except Andy and I went home (Brent had to get to his Mastadon/Rascal Flatts collaborative concert). We went bowling, which was an utter disaster. My personal best is 196, set last summer, I think. In three games I scored 81, 55, and 78, I think. Absolutely awful. Felt like Gomes' homer was smacking me in the sternum. We went back to Kev's parents to celebrate my cousin's (his sister's) birthday by eating tacos and watching LOST. Last episode before the series finale? My world is going to fall down around me after this Sunday.
Sleep on half couch, half armchair, two blankets this time.
Woke up at noon Wednesday. We tried going to CiCi's Pizza Buffet on Andy's insistence, but it was out of business. Probably not actually a bad thing. We went to Fazoli's instead, and as usual, I walked out thinking, "Man, I shoulda had more breadsticks..." Of course, a few hours later we were treated to dinner from my Aunt and Uncle again. Food coma.
Wednesday night Andy, Kevin, and I went to see Kick-Ass. Review post forthcoming, let me just say it was one of the best movies I have seen in years. Absolutely fantastic. If the thing had been done by Quentin Tarantino, it would be hailed as a masterpiece. As is, it's simultaneously a good action movie and a great dark comedy.
Left around 10:30 Thursday morning, just in time to drive past Dayton as this bad boy was cranking up the heat. The massive plume of smoke was blowing right through downtown Dayton as we drove past. Windows up. Also found out that the flower shop delivered the wrong flowers to Emily for her birthday. Get it together florists!
Really excellent week. Not looking forward to going back to work on Tuesday, as that officially marks the beginning of my three-month countdown until summer ends. The fact that I typed that sentence in complete seriousness makes me want to cry.
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