Roadtrip: Day 2

Today's roadtrip destination was all about rock'n'roll. Early this morning we loaded up our old Jeep Wrangler and made the three-hour drive from Pittsburgh to Cleveland. Nothing says 'summer' or 'roadtrip' more than driving around in the Jeep with the wind blowing through my hair. We bought the Jeep in 1995, after moving back to California from Australia and have had it ever since. The paint is barely still visible on the hood and the bumper is pretty much rusting away, but that Jeep holds the memories of my childhood. I can still picture my great-grandma Mildred using a step stool to climb into it when she was in her 90s. I remember pretending I was Laura Ingalls Wilder when I was little and playing around for hours in my "buggy." And our family used to love drive-in movies in the jeep, even though the only one I can remember vividly is "The Nutty Professor." It's nice knowing I can add this vacation to the memories I have of the Jeep.

We arrived at our hotel without any problems (my dad finally caved in and allowed us to use my GPS). We're spending the night at a Hampton Inn downtown and about a half mile from Lake Eerie and as luck would have it, we somehow got placed in really nice suite.

Our next stop was The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We both agreed that the building itself was by far the most interesting part about the place. All six levels of the museum are in this glass pyramid building that resembles The Lourve in Paris. I wasn't sure exactly how much I would enjoy the museum until....I SAW LADY GAGA'S MEAT DRESS! Let me tell you, I can die happy. We also saw Michael Jackson's studded glove, Ray Charles' sunglasses and the outfit Britney Spears first performed 'Oops I Did It Again' in. The museum of course had a ton of music videos playing, guitars and memorabilia, but I didn't realize how many outfits there would be! It was like a fashion lover and a music lover's passions all rolled into one and shoved into a work of beautiful architecture. Leave it to my dad to uncover something interesting to do in...Cleveland.

We ate lunch on the patio outside the museum and watched the planes fly into the waterfront airport. Then after lunch we wandered around and took pictures of downtown. I should explain that when I say we took pictures, I don't mean like normal tourist pictures. My dad likes to get photos of everything on his cell phone so that he can picture message them to the rest of the family, photos that I doubt other tourists took today. For example, he took a photo of me walking against a reflective building so that it looked like I was walking with his reflection. He also took a photo of me next to the yield sign we passed because, "They're so much bigger here!" People often describe me as quirky. Ladies and gentlemen, is there any wonder why? Hilarious; I love him.

Continuing with our rock'n'roll theme, we ate dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe. I had only been to the one in Atlanta where my friends and I ended up rushing through our dinners when we realized our tickets to Lion King were earlier than we thought, and my dad had never been before. It's good food and it's fun to watch the music videos while you eat, but I don't think I'm really one for all the hype.

After dinner, in the classic style of my father, we didn't just walk back to the hotel, we rambled and stopped at almost every building along the way to stare and read the plagues. We took photos at some war memorial and a fountain near the Lake that is supposed to depict someone reaching for eternal peace. We also walked around the outside of a federal reserve bank and looked at the statues outside the ginormous public library. A lot of the buildings in downtown Cleveland are older, from the 1800s, and it really gives the city a character that some newer cities don't quite possess.

We are waking up early tomorrow to head to Sandusky, OH. I will post photos soon!

Roadtrip: Day 1 (or Top Ten Airport Annoyances)

My roadtrip began this morning the same way most of my trips do, with me scrambling to pack because God knows I have never packed more than six hours before I'm actually supposed to be out the door. My strategy mostly consists of throwing in as many dresses as possible because unlike tops and bottoms, I don't have to figure out what will match and be comfortable etc.

Day 1 of the trip doesn't actually involve anything fun, seeing as my day involved six hours of driving to get to O'hare and then the three-hour wait and flight to Pittsburgh where I am spending the night at my dad's house. Waiting, driving, flying and general lack of sleep are all things that make me very testy, so I decided that this is going to be a rant post. You may proceed to a) roll your eyes, you have your own annoyances (this choice is not rewarding), b) read on out of curiosity (getting warmer), or c) read, laugh hysterically because we can ALL relate to these occurrences (ding ding ding!).

Top Ten Things I Hate About Airports:

1) I realize that people who work in airports are doing their best to move things along in a timely manner, but when I ask a question I expect to be answered in a kind and friendly way because that is after all part of their job that they are being paid for.

2) Children on leashes. If a couple is carrying so much that they can't carry and/or supervise their child, they should probably either reconsider their packing strategy or should enlist the grandparents to babysit. The whole concept just seems cruel and unusual.

3) Sick people that don't cover their mouths or wash their hands! This one goes for anywhere, not just airports. Containing your own germs while sick is simply common courtesy and when I'm already in a confined space with recycled air, I expect fellow passengers to at least rain in the cloud of spit that emits from their sneezes with the crook of their elbow. This is not rocket science.

4)....but speaking of rocket science, I'm not one of those people that enjoys sitting in the emergency aisle. While the extra legroom is nice, I am always very aware that in a time of crisis or panic I don't think anyone wants the little sorority girl in charge of manhandling the 42-pound door. Also, I thoroughly looked over the how-to diagram and it's not a simple process.

5) People who bring stinky food onto the plane. See #3-recycled air people! You did just sit at the gate for 45 minutes doing nothing, in which you could have wolfed down that odorous food out of everyone else's nose range.

6) The fact that airlines are now too stingy to give out roasted peanuts. (Although Midwest Airlines does give chocolate chip cookies!)

7) The person that wants to know your life story. I don't even really like making small talk with people that I do know while on an airplane, let alone a stranger. I tend to conk out as soon as I hear the whirring sound of the plane, so if you are sitting next to me and trying to chat with me, not only am I fighting to stay awake but now I have to fight to look interested. However, I do always hold out the hope that I will miraculously be seated next to the editor-in-chief of a magazine who just so happens to have an editor position open, and in that case I will be witty and dazzling.

8) The definition of liquids when it comes to the 3-oz liquid rule. I am a woman. I have lots of products. And while I realize I need to pack lightly, some things are just not liquid that are banned. For instance, on a flight to Orlando I had a jar of peanut butter confiscated—not liquid! I have had to put up a fight to keep my Bare Minerals—not liquid! And one time I even got my highlighters thrown away—not liquid!

9) The person who needs to get something out of the overhead compartment every five minutes. If you need something so badly, stow it under the seat in front of you, because yes, I actually listened to the stewardess give her spiel.

10) The person who carries such a big bag that they don't notice they just knocked it into everyone's heads while walking down the aisle. (Confession: I think this person may be me..)

But all rants aside, I made it to Pittsburgh safe and sound and am ready to face Day 2 of the roadtrip. Especially because Day 2 doesn't involve airports.