I never thought I would ever write those four words in the same sentence.
But he is. Cleveland does indeed rock. At least the five square blocks of Cleveland that Mr. P. and I explored this weekend in celebration of our 10 years of wedded bliss. We stayed at a lovely hotel (on the 25th floor), with a full view of the Cleveland Browns stadium and the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame....thank you, I.M. Pei, for the gorgeous view.
We spent a glorious 6 hours in the aforementioned Hall of Fame, where I had my nerdy fill of all things Sun Records and Motown and Queen and Alan Freed and Woodstock and Clapton and M.J. and Jimi and Janis and, my personal favorite, an entire floor dedicated to the Doors...including Jim Morrison's report cards. How great is that?! I like my dead rock stars to excel in Geography.
Next stop: the House of Blues, where we had 2 tickets to see my favorite Insomniac, Dave Attell. Had a little dinner....had a few (read: five) margaritas, and laughed my ass off at one of the all-time funniest living comedians ever. Seriously funny as hell. Almost peed myself.
Of course, that could have been the margaritas.