this weekend has been interesting I guess. Friday I didn't do much, due to the fact that I wasn't feeling well. Saturday, I picked up my good buddy from across the pond, Andy Dixon, and we spent the day gallivanting around Fairfield/Cincinnati/Mt. Adams/I-71. It was actually really entertaining because I'm not a person recognized for my directional savvy. Dixon said he had never been down and around downtown Cincinnati, so I reply, "We'll go then. Do you like adventures? Because I'm not exactly sure of how to get there."

I'm glad to report that we made it down and back unscathed, BUT I should probably mention (as if I don't, I'm sure he will), that everytime I took a wrong turn, Dixon suggested the right route, to which I replied, "Oh, we'll just drive a little further." And nearly everytime, he was exactly right. Annoying, isn't it? Good thing, I can handle being wrong many, many, MANY times gracefully, if I do say so myself.

While walking around between the Great American Ballpark and Paul Brown Stadium in heat that would make a camel conditioned for the Sahara want to keel over, Mr. D wanted to take a picture of a bridge, so we're standing there as he peers through his camera lens to find that perfect shot and two thirteen year old boys (who are the equivalent of scallies) walk by. Once a good distance away one of them shouts, "HEY! I'LL GIVE YOU $10,000 FOR YOUR WIFE!"
I should probably note that only one thing made me happy about this comment and that is the fact that this kid didn't think i was his age (like my incident at the Hoffbrahaus), but he actually thought I was old enough to be married, which would put me in my mid-20's. Score.

HOWEVER, WHAT THE HECK? Am I for sale? And more than that, am i for sale via a man that i am not legally and verbally promised? And more than that, WOULD I EVER BE FOR SALE VIA A MAN TO WHOM, IN FACT, I AM LEGALLY BINDED? And to that I answer, heck no.