Mike did perfectly recounting our trip to Cleveland, but I figured someone might be interested to hear my POV as well. I'm not sure who...but someone.
The drive to PF Chang took about 40 minutes. We had to drive through the projects and Mike kept pointing out liquor stores where we could stop for beer on the way back. Luckily we found a Giant Eagle on the way back because I wasn't about to stop at The Snack Shack which sported a sign that read "Black owned and operated"...something about it just seemed unwelcoming.
At PF Chang they bring a tray of six sauces to the table for use with your meal. The waiter didn't let us know what they were, and despite my previous experience with the restaurant, I didn't know what they were either. "Are you familiar with our sauces?" was the response from the waiter when he caught me trying to shake the orange oil onto my fork for a taste. The Egg Drop Soup wasn't as good as the place near Knapp and the Beltline.
Mike almost took some guy out while we were at the bar because he almost walked into the bathroom that I was occupying. Luckily Mike didn't yell at him...the guy just needed to fill the condom machine.
Mike said something really funny at the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame and I laughed good and hard. I can't remember what it was.
After the RnRHoF we stopped at a mall on the way back for lunch. We opted for Sbarros in the food court. While waiting for our food a homeless (probably) came over to ask Mike if he had a dollar in exchange for four quarters. Mike did, and he kindly traded the hobo, leaving his pocket full of change. Another bum later asked if we had any change. Mike figured this was a prophecy he was meant to fulfill and handed over the quarters from his pocket.
Sat next to a humorous older couple, and infront of an annoying younger couple at the Indians game. Taking the advise of a vendor I bought two $6 disposable cups and got free beer. ( I hope you caught the joke here)
During both fist fights the hotel security guard seemed more concerned in keeping the fight out of the lobby than breaking the fight up. Actually he seemed more interested in watching the fight than anything. Apparently missed a lot of fun at Howl at the Moon. I think every person who came into the hotel had just been at that bar and they clearly had a good time. I wish the hour or two we spend out on the sidewalk could be condensed down into a montage. Things like that just don't happen in Grand Rapids.
The next day Mike had breakfast delivery...ie., I went down to the continental breakfast and brought him his biscuits and gravy.
I love Cleveland! I'd definitely to go back again. I'm glad you had fun Mike! Happy Birthday! :D