A Laboring weekend of FUN!

Ed — Wow. Oh, so far behind. I haven’t finished my Labor Day Post! Ack. Beware: rambling catch-up below…

Fridays. I love Fridays. The work week is over. We typically stay in and create our own homemade pizza. And. Relax. BUT, end of summer weather took us to the patio of The Greenhouse Tavern (happy hour drinks only, please). My cousin was also celebrating her last weekend in Cleveland (boo, C-bus), and were graciously invited to have drinks over at the Velvet Tango Room (where Paulius was showing off his famous banana’s foster creation). A few family members were leaving the Indians game, so after only one drink (sad face), we returned to East 4th to meet them at La Strada for apps & drinks. Somehow, we wound up there WAY beyond closing. And I have another bartender crush. But she is not a redhead.

I’ll let those visions dance around for a bit.

Saturday morning before our weekly trip to the market, I took AB to his first Bridge & Subway Tour. I love that the weather always seems to be PERFECT on the tour days! You catch such a great glimpse of downtown against a blue sky. And see some creepy alien astronaut dude in silver platform boots. Wha?

Walking equals hunger (with or without some crazy boots), so we stopped at the market for Crepes de Luxe, and ate them over in the market square before switching into grocery shopping mode. Seeing that we had another half hour or so of the Air Show after returning home, we walked over to the FREE Stamp to watch some amazing air acrobatics!

Then it was time to prepare for a Bachelorette Party.

Yep. Last Bachelorette Party, I was the only one wearing jeans. So, I wore a dress. Guess who was the only one wearing a dress?! ARGH! I need to start calling out dress code before angsting for hours on what to wear.

Anyhoodoodie, THIS was a Bach Party for the ages — featuring the RetroRider Party Bus. Think: school bus, outfitted with plush, comfy seating, disco lights… and two stripper poles. And a pack of women exclaiming “Boobies in the Face!” at every passer-by, car or bf up in an apartment window on Euclid. Oh, there were penises too (mostly in edible form… er, scratch that), and an appearance by “Edward” (who also got Boobies in his face). The party started easy over at West Park Station, then continued downtown to the Corner Alley for a Blue Balls martini (ahem, just me)… then we walked over to Barroom & Cadillac Ranch (big sigh), which ended up NOT being particularly awful (awesome Cleveland weather equals douches go to Shooters). With the exception of no cherry-flavored vodka in the building… wtf?!, we had a really fun night of dancing and hilarious bull-riding attempts (not it… dress, remember?).

It was really nice to be downtown, and WALK right home. I love this! But I seemed to forget to undress when I finally made it there. Yep, woke up in my shoes too.

Surprisingly the morning wasn’t quite as hungover as one would expect, but it rapidly progressed as quickly as I had to pack, and was left incredibly HUNGRY. While anticipating a root beer float from A&W’s in Akron as we ventured down 77-S, upon arrival, it was already closed for the season. We opted instead for Swenson’s, which really isn’t a horrible at ALL Plan B, right? After resting at the ‘rents house in Ak-Rowdy for a bit, we packed up for the Blossom Festival with Bugs Bunny and… wine. GOOOOD wine! And a lot of nibbles from us and AB’s parents. I may have even eaten a tapanade made with olives… which you could barely taste on account of the delicious sun-dried tomatoes. The concert was really enjoyable — save for the people placing chairs practically on TOP of us and little dirtrats kicking your lawn chair from behind. Oh, I really hate the crowds at Blossom — and it’s made worse by allowing children to enter. Be that as it may, cartoons, I love; orchestra, I love; and together live was brilliant.

Perhaps we shouldn’t have scheduled the Bugs Bunny production, hmmm?

It was a yet another gorgeous summer night — rain stayed away (thankfully), and we were even served up some fireworks as part of the festival celebration. But next year? Sit on the lawn beforehand for picnic, and buy pavilion seats for the concert.

And no Bugs Bunny.

Before FINALLY relaxing on Monday afternoon, we all hit up the Dewey’s Pizza in Cleveland Heights once again (I always love that this is the first place where I met AB’s parents! Ha.) This season’s pizza was The Cuban. OMG, could there possibly be anything better than the Ballpark Pizza seasonal?

Answer is: Yes. And it’s Labor Day perfection.

Could you have possibly fit anything more into one weekend?!

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