Memorial Day Weekend is just about here (hell, I guess it is here if you count today and most of you probably are) and with that comes the Taste of Cincinnati. You can click here and find out more about it in case you’ve never heard of it.
Most of you know I’m a stick in the mud and I’ve said before that I seldom go to this event. I don’t like the crowds and the high prices but most of all, I don’t like eating outside. Even if I was with that girl up there in the photo, I’d still pass.
Now I have a lot of friends who like to eat outside. I remember a few years ago, I was visiting some friends in Ann Arbor, Michigan. For lunch, they wanted to go to a fancy restaurant and eat outdoors. It was a nice summer afternoon, so I decided to put up with it.
When the food arrived, so did the yellow jackets. If I remember correctly, there were three or four of them. They kept swarming around our heads and our food.
My friends made light of it—even laughed about it. We changed tables, but we still stayed outside. The yellow jackets simply followed us. Nothing was solved.
We moved to yet another table. Still outside. Still yellow jackets swarming around us. Lunch was turning into a joke.
“Fuck this,” I remember saying out loud, before getting up and leaving the table. I went inside, went to the toilet and smoked a cigarette. Lunch was over for me. My friends stayed at the table, put up with the yellow jackets and finished their meal. I kind of considered them fools and haven’t been back to Ann Arbor since.
But hey—this is just me and how I am. Enjoy your long weekend and the Taste of Cincinnati. If someone forces me to go to this thing, I can always eat in the car.
I’ll be back on Sunday. Inside.
(Image from tumblr.com)