(Quick note: I'm a little behind on these, so... there.)

There wasn't much going on Sunday. Our plan to get an early start was mostly shot, at least by the time I woke up. Jen and Ross got up in time for whatever continental breakfast the Super 8 has going on, but I chose to stay in bed another hour (they said I shouldn't have bothered anyway, and I was happy I made the right choice). There weren't any shows to get to, so we took our time with checkout. Blades of Glory was on TV again, the fifth time on our trip. I like the movie enough, but it makes me glad I don't spend money on HBO-- particularly since they canned the Preacher series which was already in pre-production.

Today's plan was to get a buttload of driving done, since Pittsburgh is a long drive. We bade farewell to the Central Time Zone as we headed back towards Clevenland. It began, brilliantly enough, with an event 6+ years in the making; we'd each assumed someone else closed the rear hatch to the van. As we started pulling out of the parking lot, we heard a loud tumbling behind us...

The drive through Ohio was particularly boring this time. It may just be a Pavlovian response to the last tour-- when we drove from Chicago to Pittsburgh (only as a stopover on the way to Philly). Or it could be that driving through Ohio really is that boring. I don't know. It's probably both.

Dan and Cathy, our friends from Cleveland, were kind enough to let us crash at their house on such short notice; they even cooked us dinner, which was beyond awesome (I forget that the two are also good friends with Nico from Televandals, which you must all check out). After dinner we went to a place caled Malley's for ice cream. Aside from the Disney music on a loop-- yes, including the It's a Small World theme-- the place is insane. The ice cream menu was brilliant, and they had so many specialty chocolates, just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. Some really good stuff at that place.

Back at the house, we stayed up getting some laughs out of failblog.org. Seriously, if you've never been there, go now. Might want to watch your back if you're at work, though having a laugh at work never killed anyone (just got them fired). We also had a bit of fun with a laser pointer and Luther, their cat-- who also happens to be a Kitler. Our bellies full of burritos, ice cream, and some laughs, we all turned in around midnight.

Many, many, many thanks again to Dan and Cathy. You guys rock (and the Lord said: Go Sox).

Next: Pittsburgh.

Cheers,
Henry

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