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Cincinnati Christmas, Day 5
Dec. 29th, 2018 11:59 pmSATURDAY
Woke up a little early, around quarter to seven, to use the bathroom. I took my medicine but decided to go back to bed while Gary got his shower. Once he was done, I showered quickly and noticed my back hurt while I was in there. We headed downstairs for breakfast and I noticed a cute ginger-blond bear in a hoodie, jogging pants and sandals.
Afterwards we returned to the room and decided not to do the Music Hall tour because of my aching back. Instead, we drove to the Banks garage and caught the streetcar to Findlay Market. As we boarded we were immediately asked to show our tickets to the somewhat bearish fare enforcement officer. After a few pictures we hopped back on the streetcar to Washington Park opposite Music Hall. Gary walked over to the dog park and a medium-sized dog started playing with him. We got some pictures of Memorial Hall and Music Hall before my battery died. When we got back to the streetcar station, a nice-looking young dude with a dark, trim beard asked if the streetcar was free this week. We said no and he bought tickets for himself and the lady with the Hudy Delight ball cap. Once we were on board I spotted a cute daddycub playing with his small son opposite us.
The bearded dude and Hudy Delight lady left the streetcar at the same stop with us, and when we got lunch at the Jefferson Social they were seated at the bar. We'd eaten there once before when we were in town for Labor Day weekend. The bartender had a long, thick, blondish beard. I had a burrito bowl and Gary had a burger, and we split an order of churros. Outside, a homeless man with a thick brown beard re-adjusted his wardrobe against the cold, adding a blue hoodie from his backpack between his red plaid shirt and outer jacket. We drove back to the hotel without incident.
Back at the room, we found the housekeeper hadn't been in to clean up, but I needed to charge my phone and Gary needed to sleep, so we put out the Do Not Disturb sign. We got up about 6 and left for Dad's, arriving at 6:45. We sat with Dad and watched the end of the Cotton Bowl. On the way out, we crossed paths with one of the nurses, who took one look at us in our leather jackets and said, "I wouldn't want to mess with you guys!" We all chuckled at that. We hopped in the car and headed for another Frisch's Big Boy location for dinner. At the table next to us, one of the ladies mentioned that she had been driving school buses for 41 years and had no intention of retiring anytime soon.
When we got back to the hotel we had a slightly awkward conversation with the desk clerk before returning to the room and turning on the Orange Bowl. I was feeling a little queasy and ended up running to sit on the toilet before calling it a night.
Woke up a little early, around quarter to seven, to use the bathroom. I took my medicine but decided to go back to bed while Gary got his shower. Once he was done, I showered quickly and noticed my back hurt while I was in there. We headed downstairs for breakfast and I noticed a cute ginger-blond bear in a hoodie, jogging pants and sandals.
Afterwards we returned to the room and decided not to do the Music Hall tour because of my aching back. Instead, we drove to the Banks garage and caught the streetcar to Findlay Market. As we boarded we were immediately asked to show our tickets to the somewhat bearish fare enforcement officer. After a few pictures we hopped back on the streetcar to Washington Park opposite Music Hall. Gary walked over to the dog park and a medium-sized dog started playing with him. We got some pictures of Memorial Hall and Music Hall before my battery died. When we got back to the streetcar station, a nice-looking young dude with a dark, trim beard asked if the streetcar was free this week. We said no and he bought tickets for himself and the lady with the Hudy Delight ball cap. Once we were on board I spotted a cute daddycub playing with his small son opposite us.
The bearded dude and Hudy Delight lady left the streetcar at the same stop with us, and when we got lunch at the Jefferson Social they were seated at the bar. We'd eaten there once before when we were in town for Labor Day weekend. The bartender had a long, thick, blondish beard. I had a burrito bowl and Gary had a burger, and we split an order of churros. Outside, a homeless man with a thick brown beard re-adjusted his wardrobe against the cold, adding a blue hoodie from his backpack between his red plaid shirt and outer jacket. We drove back to the hotel without incident.
Back at the room, we found the housekeeper hadn't been in to clean up, but I needed to charge my phone and Gary needed to sleep, so we put out the Do Not Disturb sign. We got up about 6 and left for Dad's, arriving at 6:45. We sat with Dad and watched the end of the Cotton Bowl. On the way out, we crossed paths with one of the nurses, who took one look at us in our leather jackets and said, "I wouldn't want to mess with you guys!" We all chuckled at that. We hopped in the car and headed for another Frisch's Big Boy location for dinner. At the table next to us, one of the ladies mentioned that she had been driving school buses for 41 years and had no intention of retiring anytime soon.
When we got back to the hotel we had a slightly awkward conversation with the desk clerk before returning to the room and turning on the Orange Bowl. I was feeling a little queasy and ended up running to sit on the toilet before calling it a night.
