I was on a high. The Indians had just won Game 2 of the series in a heart-stopping finish.
The weather was perfect.
And my sister, Diane, chose the perfect venue to celebrate her birthday: The Short North Gallery Hop. The three of us welcomed my sister-in-law, Kay, to the festivities.
We assembled at The Eagle, a restaurant that serves comfort food. Fried chicken, corn bread, mac and cheese and such. As one would expect on a football Saturday, the OSU game was on all of the big screen TVs. Only occasionally did I glance up to see the score and (another) Buckeye touchdown, before I resumed my participation in the conversation. It was nice because they seated us upstairs, away from the rabid fans, so we were able to visit and yack without too much hoo-ha.
The Gallery Hop is held the first Saturday of the month. The local art galleries stay open late, as do the many shops. Diane purchased a small pen and ink drawing. Denise fell in love with a painting of a monarch and its ascent to butterfly-dom, but the $2,000 price tag made it a no-go.
We each (except for Kay?) bought a little something from one shop or another. Handmade soap. Dangly earrings. Wax lips, a candy necklace, Elvis cards and a magnet (Big Fun).
The street was packed with folks of all ages (but mostly young uns), strolling and gazing at art in motion. It was bustling, fascinating and a lot of fun.
Sadly, Kay had to depart before we got to the ice cream. Our destination was Jeni's, but when we arrived, the line was around the building, and there was no place to sit and eat it. And we really wanted to sit at that point, so we went to a different Jeni's in another part of town. There were still several people enjoying their desserts, but plenty of room to sit. It was goooood.
The next morning, after a lovely breakfast with Diane and John, I headed for home. Wondering what next year's birthday adventures would bring.
And thinking maybe we shouldn't wait for a birthday to get together again.
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