Cleveland Rocks...

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

I consider myself to be a rock legend in my own mind. I can sing at the top of my lungs until my voice cracks and I can dance like it is going out of style. But unfortunately, I was never found by an agent and given record contract. This will be regret number 76 in my life. That being said, I rock with the best of them. Only without the drugs and booze and sex.  But even with those 'limitations' I am a super star, a rock star diva, the greatest non famous rocker in the world.  So when I got the chance to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of fame in Cleveland Ohio I said to hell with playing it safe I need to get my rock on.
I decided that before I made the trek home to the great salt city I needed to explore the land of Ohio. Which meant taking a road trip to Cleveland, because when people want to travel and explore Cleveland is at the top of their list.
Ok first side note: Cleveland Ohio is surprisingly a pretty cool city. It is right off of Lake Erie and has a pretty fun downtown. They did have a casino that everyone lined up to get into but I just thought that was silly. Get a real life and go to Vegas.
Anyways, my first night there I went to an italian restaurant. It was recommended by the concierge, listening to him was my first mistake. The restaurant menu starred liver and tongue and other parts that I normally don't think should go into my mouth. So when the waitress came over and asked what I wanted, I basically said what I did not want to eat and then went with her suggestion.
Second side note: I have learned to eat alone at restaurants because of my single entity status. This is really not hard as long as you have a book. However, I try to avoid eating out on Friday or Saturday date night because who wants to see all those date interviews. What do you do? what do you like? Place unwarranted giggling in between questions. Ugh.
At the restaurant a group was put in the table next to me. Though I do not like to watch the dating game, this one screamed 'let me entertain you' and who am I to turn that down?  The gentlemen (I use that word liberally) was trying to impress his group by his great knowledge of wine. I am not a wine drinker but I know a whiner when I see him. First he complained about the poor selection, then he moaned that the waiter did not know what he was talking about, throughout his tirade he repeatedly bragged about how smart he was about wine. (Really? wine? I know a lot about chocolate but I don't hold my dinner guests hostage with my big brain) At some point I stopped pretending to read and just stared at him. Who turns down fee entertainment? Not me.  At last the waiter brought forward good wine, or what I can only assume is a great wine because they guy told the waiter he had turned him on in that special no no way. Both the waiter and the date looked disturbed with that statement and thus did the uncomfortable date laugh. I did not realize the right wine could change your date preference from female to male.  After finishing my unknown meat meal,  I happily paid my bill for food and entertainment.

The next day I headed off to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It was awesome. There was a thirteen part documentary on the Beatles which I watched all of and made random comments to whoever was sitting next to me at that moment.  I wandered this place for six hours looking at everything I found interesting.  But towards the end of my journey I realized that no one came up to me to ask for my autograph.  And as I was singing my lungs out to 99 red balloons no one came into the booth wanting to create music with me. And that is when it hit me, my rock and roll is just too far into the future. But their grandkids are going to love it.

View from my room

Downtown Cleveland

Unknown Meat Meal

Lake Erie