Ikuni and I went last week to Cincinnati to hear Dir en grey in concert on Korn's Family Values Tour. For those who may not know who they are I’ve written about them here, here, here and here (I know, I’m obsessed).
We stayed Monday night at my friend Julie’s house and had great conversations about linguistics, the blogsphere, and her oldest son attending college. I especially enjoyed talking with her youngest and admiring her artwork throughout the house. Cringed a bit when Ikuni and one of Julie's kids had The Great Harry Potter Debate, but at least they worked through their differences without casting the Avada Kedavra curse on each other.
One thing I marveled at: the tiny trash can in their upstairs bathroom. We have, like, a five foot one in ours. We’re master garbage makers.
Tuesday we headed to the concert–in the pouring rain. The directions sounded easy enough but leave it to me to get lost (also, to set the stage for what's next you should know that I have an irrational fear of bridges. I don’t know why. I just do). While trying to find the music venue I missed an exit and ended up going over a bridge into Kentucky, cussed, turned around, went back over the bridge, missed another exit, cussed, cussed, drove aimlessly around downtown, called Julie but she didn’t answer, reread our MapQuest directions, managed to get back on the expressway, missed another exit because I couldn’t see a damn thing in the blinding rain, cussed, cussed, cussed, turned around, amazingly took the right exit, but had to go over a different bridge, cussed, cussed, cussed, cussed, drove a bit, went over yet another bridge then finally saw the Riverbend Music Center.
Beyond relieved, I swung into the entrance. But…there was no sign of life. Just rain and an almost empty parking lot. I drove through a rusted open gate, parked then waited for noon, when we thought we could enter the venue.
To be continued…