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I’m on the Smartly today!
Click over to read Thanksgiving with the penguins!
And, if animatronic dinosaurs are more your thing, you can read (or re-read) more about Cincinnati post-Thanksgiving here – but make sure you visit Smartly first!
We did a little bit of shopping on Friday, but not much. We’re not big Black Friday shoppers; we tend to be dissuaded by long lines, and I’m not really a fan of crowds. I did get some new gloves, though, hooray! No longer will my right thumb freeze through the hole in my mittens. Mom and Dad had a long drive back to Illinois, so they left after lunch. Dave and I spent the afternoon watching a marathon of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, which is an entirely amusing program.
Dave and I had dinner at Via Vite. They sat us at the “chef’s table,” which is a fancy way of saying that they pulled barstools up to the counter by the kitchen pass-through. It was kind of fun to watch the kitchen work – and I could peer into the big stone oven and see our pizza cooking! We stopped at Blockbuster – a chain that I didn’t realize was still in operation! – and picked up Frailty, as recommended by the Blockbuster employee. It was decidedly creepy.
On Saturday, Dave took me on a tour of his law school. It was fun to see where he goes to school. We also took a walk around campus (a brisk walk because it was cold!), and the campus looked really nice. We had dinner that night at Ichiban, which I enjoyed, despite feeling a bit guilty about eating sushi only days after visiting the aquarium. After dinner, we went out for a bit. The bar had a live band that was playing some really good covers, including (and maybe especially) “All the Small Things.” I treated my brother to a sing-along. :) We stopped again at Blockbuster and picked up Shutter Island, which is another creepy one. (I blame all these creepy movies for the fact that, in class on Monday, I read a piece as containing a murder when no one else did.)
On Sunday, Dave and I made a quick trip to the Museum of Natural History and Science. We had a false start – apparently there are several museums contained in this complex, so when I requested tickets for “the history museum,” she sold me tickets to the Cincinnati History Museum, which features only the history of Cincinnati. Once we were inside, we realized our mistake, and she graciously exchanged our tickets for the right museum. The museum contained, inter alia, The Cavern, which is a dark, slightly claustrophobic replica of a cave (populated, at least during our trip, by shrieking teenagers), and animatronic dinosaurs!
Did you know that T-Rexes were hairy when they were babies? Me neither!
After the museum, Dave drove me to the airport so that I could make my way home to New York. My flight home wasn’t as smooth – I got bodyscanned, the girl next to me burst her pen just before take-off, and there was a child that wailed like a hound dog. It wasn’t too unbearable, though, because my iPod was freshly loaded with the new My Chemical Romance album. :)
Thanks again for showing me around Cincinnati, Brother!
My brother is attending law school in Cincinnati, so he lives in the greater Cincinnati area. Cincinnati provided a convenient midpoint between Illinois and New York, so my family decided to celebrate Thanksgiving there this year. It wasn’t the most traditional Thanksgiving, but it was wonderful!
We converged on Wednesday, with my parents driving in and me flying in. My brother picked me up at the airport (thanks, Dave!), and then we met my parents at the hotel. Before we left Cincinnati, I was the mayor of the hotel!
We had dinner that night at Brio, which was really good. We then went to a cavernous German bar (the stamp of which I still cannot get to wash completely off my hand) and listened to a not-so-German band, but eventually the smoke was wearing on us and we had to leave. It has been so long since I’ve been in a bar that allows smoking that I forgot what it was like! Mom and Dad were tired by this point, but Dave and I hung out a little more in the bar adjacent to our hotel, where we witnessed the guitarist have a strange family reunion with a bar patron. (You’re cousins with Chaz? I’m cousins with Chaz!)
On Thursday, we visited the Newport Aquarium. I was pretty excited about that visit. We had recently watched a show in which a woman overcame her fear of sharks by swimming with them, and I’d been wanting to go to an aquarium ever since. The Newport Aquarium certainly has an amazing collection of sharks! The aquarium has eighty-five feet of tunnels through a 385,000 gallon tank that allow you to walk through where the sharks are swimming. I stopped so many times in amazement to watch the sharks swim over me. You almost forget that you’re in the Midwest on dry land.
Dave and I measuring up against a shark
The aquarium had a bunch of neat stuff besides sharks, of course. We learned about mudskippers, we watched an algae-covered snapping turtle come up for the only breath he needs every 55 minutes, and we sat in front of the penguin enclosure forever, watching the penguins dive into the water and zip around.
But my favorites were the sharks … especially the one I got to pet!
We had a very late lunch – partially because we were too enamored with the aquarium to tear ourselves away, but mostly because we couldn’t find anywhere to eat on Thanksgiving. We finally found a Steak ‘n Shake that was open, which was a fun treat because it really reminded me of home.
me ruining a perfectly nice picture with my brother
smiling pretty after being reprimanded
Thankfully, we had reservations for dinner. We had our Thanksgiving dinner at Chart House, a seafood restaurant with an amazing view of the river. Seafood might not be the most traditional Thanksgiving choice, but I had salmon with a miso-maple glaze that, in my book at least, was much better than turkey. Mom and I split dessert again, and we had a delicious chocolate lava cake that was certainly worth the wait. (They burned the first one and we had to wait for a second.)
Our Thanksgiving was really lovely. I’ll tell you more about the rest of my time in Cincinnati tomorrow!