I’m aware that some of my friends (I’m looking at your on the West Coast) consider us here in Ohio as a flyover state, or one large farm, or maybe just as a bunch of Ohio-state-and-Lebron-worshipping-droolers. Yay sports! As small as our simple state may be, this weekend was my first ever venture to the North Coast (Rock and Roll Capital, yay music!)
Although the middle of January may not have been the ideal time for such a venture, it was still a quality time. I tried a Happy Dog with a questionable yet delicious combo of peanutbutter, “alien relish”, and Sriracha; beaucoup tater tots with even more sauces, and 15 probiotics.
– The Museum of Contemporary Arts was in between galleries, but entertained us long enough to regain feeling in our fingers.
– Case Western’s Frank Gehry building was cute, (not as cute as ours, go bearcats!) – The Cleveland Museum of Art was super badass and also had outlets for my tweeny sister to charge her snapchatting machine.
– The Rock and Roll Hallf of Fame blew my mind, and made me want to go spin records for hours. (See: Paul Simon says Graceland is his best song, I don’t disagree)
– My Great Uncle turned 90. I asked him for advice on a happy life, he said “Love More.” Dig that.
All this Rock and Roll made me realize how much I’ve been in to Rocks and Rolls lately. I know. But seriously. I’ve been drooling over so many random rocks, in the forms of earrings and bidding on book ends (take away the wine…). And realized I had 3 layers of rolled arms on last night. Because what isn’t sophisticated-fun about rolling up your sleeves and playing in the ground (or ebay)?
Peace, love, rock and roll!!