Preppy Girl's Guide

So... anyone visiting Galoot's lately heard all about our little trip to Cleveland to celebrate our seven years of wedded bliss. It was so much fun, but not nearly long enough. We had a great room, great service, and I was all geeked out in front of the Christmas Story House. Life was good.

Now, a few details about the weekend that Galoot left out:

Huge Jacuzzi tub was great - but took about 30 minutes to fill. Note to those who might be considering the installation of a Jacuzzi tub on the 15th floor of their abode - the water pressure up that high sucks.

Downtown Cleveland must be under more construction than any other city in America (short of the Big Dig of course). I can think of at least 3 separate detours we had to follow in less than 24 hours. A good portion of this construction can be contributed to a new mass transit system being put in place, which, according to our concierge Steve, is the biggest waste of 90 million dollars he's ever seen.

Mad props to the aforementioned Steve for the free upgrade and personally delivering the champagne on ice. I hope he enjoyed the 20-spot Galoot dropped him on our way to dinner. Furthermore, I hope that couple begging money on the street in front of the hotel made good use of the 6 bucks we gave them.

Strangely enough, Steve also mentioned to me that he lived a block from THE flagpole where Flick sticks his tongue in the Christmas Story movie - which is really odd considering the school scenes were shot in Toronto (yes, I know way too much about this movie).
The post movie reception at the Chinese restaurant was nothing short of awkward. I did, however, enjoy my two free beers and got to listen to Galoot discuss "Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things" with the super nice guy from the Alamo Road Show. We all had our freak flags flying that night.

As far as the Chinese restaurant goes, here's the kicker: Toward the end of the reception, the owners actually wheeled out a cart with roast duck on it, sang Deck the Halls with full on Chinese accents and chopped the heads off the ducks with a cleaver (straight from the movie for those who haven't seen it). I s'pose watching Chinese people make fun of themselves was way more awkward for me than it seemed to be for them. Fa-ra-ra-ra-ra...

In all seriousness, we really had a GREAT time. And here's a shot of Galoot - all 6 foot 7 inches of him - to prove it:

Nothing says sexy like sweat sox and boxers.