And by that I mean F airfield, OH. And by that, I mean please kill me now.*
That’s right, the husband and I are back in Cinci for Spring Break ’09. Because that’s the hot spring break destination, right? Actually, only Kyle’s on spring break. I’m on I’ll-make-a-hell-of-a-lot-more-money-and-have-a-hell-of-a-lot-more-fun-in-Cincinnati-than-I-will-working-8-hours-of-retail-and-cutting-myself Break. I like to call it Awesome Break. What makes this Spring/Awesome Break better than the average beer-fueled party-fest is that we will leave with +$1,500 instead -$1,500. And it will still be beer-fueled. We’re** here to help a college buddy of ours, Jason, build a show for his theatre, and in return we get $1,500*** and all the beer we can drink with dignity. Which turns out is quite a lot.
So for the next week, I’ll be sharing my experiences here in a tiny suburb of Cinci. And this time I will get a picture of the drive-through liquor store. I promise this to you.
*No, I don’t need a reason to hate F airfield, OH. Just say the name out loud; it reeks of rusty trucks and cheap beer and a city without Sonic.
**Okay, so actually Kyle will be doing most of the work because I don’t know shit about building scenery, and even less about building with steel. But I’ll totally be helping. And baking cookies, which according to my husband is a critical job. It’s good to feel useful.
*** I argued that we should get an extra $100 for having to stay in Ohio for a week. I was told to shove it.