It’s been one week since I met David Tutera. I saw him on TV yesterday and yelled embarrassingly loud, “I hugged him!”
That was the “Heaven” part.
But I didn’t tell you about the rest of that day.
People had been lining up for a meet and greet at Pat Catan’s since 10:00 that morning, and I knew that it was going to be a madhouse. Mike’s 4:00 appointment had cancelled and we thought, “Let’s go take advantage of Cleveland.”
So we decided that we were going to go to the art museum near Case Western. Once we got up there and paid for parking, we realized it was closed. Instead, we walked around campus and laughed at all the worried little undergrads rushing about with laptops and exams and both decided that we didn’t miss it at all.
There are Botanical Gardens on campus, so we tried to go there. Closed.
See where the Hell part is coming in?
Originally, we had wanted to go to the new aquarium, but didn’t want to spend $20 a ticket, but the way the day was going, we thought, “Well, at least we know it’s a sure thing.”
We got there (after a lot of turning around and second guessing) and paid for parking again (I don’t know how these city folks do it). We got in line to go into the aquarium. Yeah, a line to get to another line to get to another line to buy tickets and THEN go in. Mike looked at me and said, “If ever there was a day that the sharks were going to bust through the glass and eat some people, it would be today, and it would be us.”
So we bolted out of there, too. At this point, we were so disgusted that we’d wasted our day that I just said, “Let’s just go to the West Side Market.” Neither of us had been there, so at 3:51, we parked (FOR FREE) and walked up to the doors…only to realize that the West Side Market closes at 4:00.
So we had a quick 10 minute jaunt through and then said, “Well, let’s go home.”
Instead, we had Asian food and watched some Redbox movies. And that was good enough for us.