Weekend. Warehouse District. Boring. Now I know why I don’t come here every weekend.

Before another weekend is upon us, I have to write about the randomness from last weekend in downtown Cleveland.  We just needed a night out, so it was surely proving to be an interesting achievement going from no-plans to plan-to-go-downtown. The Map Room was (still) unusually packed — the bartender with the most giant-ness of boob crack needs to go work in Lakewood with the rest of the big-boobie-bartenders. Luckily for us, a group cleared off the couches in the back near the fireplace so we could continue our observations on downtown loft spaces and how much space a prop plane would take up in th living room. One drink and a few received phone calls later, we were on our walk to the Blind Pig to meet another couple for local band night — Saturday was an awesome hip-hop covering rock band. Odd, but sweet. Blind Pig’s drinks still taste like a muddled mix of rotten limes and tap water, but hey, whatever and thanks for the plastic cup with the eight straws. Trivia night started too early in a battle round of "who said it first" with the famous line from the Goonies ("Heeeyyyy, you guyyyyys!" Yes, I know you know this one) or was it the Electric Company? Discuss. We had thought to have clinched the contest when randomly asking a stranger what the best line from the movie was (he was spot-on and it was so incredibly awesome).

Things got boring real quick for some reason and when my ADD kicked in, I needed a new scene. Luckily a friendly group of chaps was heading over to Dive Bar… where they have not one single male bartender — and by single, I’m not talking about his "taken" status. I am not shitting you that I was ignored BLATANTLY by three separate ladies  pouring the liquor. To test this, I hand my man the money. He received the drinks (or shall I say, the bartender) instantly. Bastards… and that sucks bigger than your tits. I sang a bit of Michael Jackson and I think some Soulja Boy and then I was done with Dive Bar. Easily before 2 a.m., we grabbed a cab on West 6th.

The weekend was complete with Sunday morning breakfast at Eat at Joe’s and another couch lunch with Jimmy John’s. I love the warm Browns blanket that my man’s mom (or sister?) made me for Christmas. It has become an attachment to Mel on hangover Sundays.

Game night again this weekend! w00t!

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