Everyone in Cleveland owns a black wool coat.

Bundling up for a chilly, long Friday out in Cleveland, I buttoned up my black wool coat after work, and headed west to Fatheads to meet AB & his work peeps. I drank a beer called something like Monkey Nuts. Seriously.

After moving the desk (previously mentioned in this post) into my condo in River (for temporary storage), we pulled up a couple bar stools, stacked our black wool coats on the old-school video game table, and chatted with owner Eric Williams at Happy Dog (Detroit-Shoreway neighborhood – can’t find a working Web site). Friday nights are the newest best happy hour in Cleveland – DJ Kishka plays polka, and this past week’s edition was the holiday party. I could not get AB to dance, but he laughed as I sang along and kicked my feet (and told me that I was confusing polka with country line dancing).

We then om nom nom nom’d on these:

Yes, that is one super all-beef dog loaded with sauerkraut, mini pierogies and horseradish sour cream. For only FIVE DOLLARS.

Not shown: tater tots with two dipping sauces. TWO DOLLARS.

Then, we backtracked to the west side again to join friends from Austin at Put-in-Bay bar. Thankfully, we had a ride from downtown. More black wool coats were stacked on bar stools as we all caught up and defended our heels from explosions of paper napkins.

Randomly, while at PIB, AB received a text from our Tusc County friends who were in CLEVELAND too. Around the same time, our ride was leaving, and graciously dropped us back off downtown to meet up at The Greenhouse Tavern. Ah, a seat. And a place to hang my black wool coat.

We stayed beyond closing time (thanks to all awesome bar staff for not pushing us out! And sorry we missed you, Sawyers!), and bought a couple beers for take homes (mostly because I’ve heard Life & Limb has been selling out at local locations… that was easy). By the time we left Greenhouse, a freezing rain had started, making a black wool coat completely necessary to have downtown (and laugh once again at the hoochies slipping and falling on the street with no winter gear. Hahaha. Loser looks cold in her mini leather shorts).

Our next location, just next door was Wonder Bar for a Bakon Vodka event. My first concoction was some peanut butter bacon drink. I have no idea why I thought this would even be remotely delicious. It was horrible. Disgusting, even. To make said drink “better,” she mixed in some banana liquor after I complained. How I did not throw up is beyond my comprehension.

While we didn’t close down the bars, we had a regular hours after hours back at our apartment. Shortly after pouring a few Christmas Ales, we were all lit like Christmas trees and ready for visions of Sugarplums (ie; bed). I helped our guests with their black wool coats and sent them on their way.

When I got up in the morning, a black wool coat was hangin on my bike handlebars — yet it wasn’t mine, but it was a woman’s coat. When I looked for mine, it was missing – -for obvs, my friend wore my coat back to her hotel. Awesome. By the time we made contact, they were well on their way back to Columbus.

Now Monday morning will be spent in line at the post office shipping a black wool coat to Columbus for Christmas.

The end.

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