Day one in the village of Louis

Day one?

Yeah we're here already. A day early too. It's about 18:00 right now and my beautiful wife is slumber-resting beside me after a long day of driving, wandering, and eating.

First the Driving. We drove from Erie to Louisville. AAA estimated 6 hours and 59 minutes worth of driving. Sue's dad estimated 9 hours after all the pee breaks he thought she'd take. In the end, it was about 7.5 hours, and all around not too bad driving except for the Ohio part.....Oh wait, most of the drive was in Ohio.

And why was the Ohio part bad? Actually it wasn't. Sure we were cut off by asshole drivers talking on cellphones and eating cheeseburgers as if the apocalypse were rambling up behind their bumper, but the true angst we feel towards Ohio is purely boiled down to a long standing general dislike towards the folk of the rolling flatlands known as Ohio. Ohio is the true redneck state. Not Kentucky, not West Virginia. O-mother fucking-hi-o. But I digress... Point is, I don't like Ohio, and Sue and I both were terrified that if we died in a fiery car accident in Ohio, our souls would have been forever damned to a place far worse than any hell any god could think up. Something between the nappy little hairs living on the neck side of a mullet and the stiff upper lip supporting a thin whispy child molester mustache.

So Louisville. I love you because you are in the South. There. I said it. A Yank professing his love for the south. Why? Because y'all (yes I just borrowed your vernacular too) are so goddamn nice. When we got to the hotel, the very nice bellhop man talked to Sue whilst I checked in. The checkin folks proceeded to tell me that I had to wait because, well, I was there before checkin time. Fine with me. I go back and tell Sue and the chatty bellhop that we have to wait, and the bellhop, in his charming Eastern European smile says this won't do and goes over to chat with our deskman. Two seconds later, the bellhop sends me back, and the guy at the desk says, "Well if you would have told us that you have a tired, pregnant wife, we would have gotten you a room right away." To which I responded, "I'm sorry. I'm from the north. I'm not used to people being so nice." So my hat's off to the Brown hotel, and all of Louisville for being so nice...

Except for the all too nicely dressed beggars. To you, you're a bunch of rotten bastards. If you're going to be a bum, look pathetic and starving, not like a lazyass waiting for the bus.

Anyway, after parking the car and whatnot, we went over to Safier for some wonderful Louisville Mediterranean food (the food in this city alone is enough to travel here for). Post-lunch we ambled Fourth Street, the Main Street, then some of Market before hitting up the Glassworks. But we got there at 3:30ish so paying for the tour seemed like a silly idea.

Instead we went to the Louisville Slugger place and toured the factory. Beware, Sue is now armed with a bat. Do not anger a pregnant fox armed with a mini-bat. Nancy Karrigan will wail in agony vicariously through you should you bring on her foxly wrath.

And now we rest and wait. Wait and rest. Soon we shall find a dinnering location, and thereafter the unknown.

Tomorrow, the science museum beckons, and perhaps other locations. And of course, the commencement of Semester 3 at Spalding for me.