The Grand Tour Of Detroit -- Part 2
On Saturday night, over martinis, Schmed, Amy and I discussed wedding plans. It was really very nice. The next day, Schmed took me around the city of Livonia for a little while and I had my first Del Taco. Wait, I had my first Mucho Del Taco, which tasted even more like crack than Taco Supremes from Taco Bell. Livonia has it all...Del Taco, Noodles & Company (I had beef stroganoff on Saturday), a building that houses both White Castle AND Church's chicken, and not to mention at least 2 Tim Horton's (I got Schmed a BLT and an iced cappucino on Monday). I restrained myself from going hog wild and gaining all my lost weight back.
On Sunday night, we ventured to the Detroit Pistons vs. North Carolina Bandits, or something, game. The arena was nice and packed. Amy won 6 tickets and brought me and Schmed and the 3 kids. The kids were well behaved, and were not an issue...It was the other thousand kids running around that was annoying. It must have been take your kids to the basketball game day. We find our row of seats, in the really high, nose bleed section. There was an older couple at the very end and the old woman refused to get up to let us pass. Finally, I asked her for a third time if she could possibly move, and she lifted her old, fat ass up to let us pass, sighing precisely every 3 seconds. We find our seats, but there is a guy and kids there! Schmed and I say, "Um, excuse me, but we think you are in our seats." He says, "Well, those people are in our seats," as he points across the row. "No one cares guys. Just sit down and everything will be alright." It was insane, but I didn't want to argue. We sat down the torture began.
Sitting behind me was a very enthusiastic kid who would stand up and scream in my ear every chance he got. Schmed was laughing, because it become obvious that this kid was torturing me. "DEEE- FENSE!!!! DEEE-FENSE!!!!" That kid is gonna have to defend himself alright. Then, he sneezed on me and spit went on the back of my shirt. I felt it, and I was completely grossed out. A loud boom opened the game with huge displays of fire. Jordyn (Amy's youngest) started to cry. Then, I looked over at the end of the row. That bitch, who wouldn't let us through, is reading a Danielle Steele book. What person comes to a Pistons game to read? A few minutes later, I look at her again and she is chatting on her cell phone! I half expected her to whip out the knitting.
The torture continued until we came up with a game plan to leave a few minute before halftime. The Pistons are a decent team, but they make a lot of fouls. We knew they would win, so there was no point in staying...plus we'll beat the traffic. We got that hag to get up one more time, who was pleased, because we were leaving, and we proceeded to the food. I had a Johnsonville brat on ciabatta bread that tasted kind of gross. I also got a Sprite in a bottle, which they had to open with rubber gloves, because of some law forbidding caps at the game. The top of the bottle smelled like pee whenever I would take a sip. WOULD THIS TORTURE NEVER END!!!
In the end, I've learned that Detroit is city that is going to torture you. The people are not that friendly and they go out of their way to make you as miserable as they are.
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On Monday, Schmed and I ventured out into the surrounding area for a driving tour. He took me to Ann Arbor to visit the University of Michigan, and we also did some shopping at the mall. We also hit up a used bookstore and a great little New Age store called, Earth Lore. I got a crystal and a coffee mug for work there. At the used bookstore I picked up a copy of Agatha Christie's Murder On the Orient Express...which one must read when traveling for hours with strangers. I also got a copy of Howards End by E.M. Forester, a Star Trek novel and a coffee table book of martini recipes (with so many typos, that even the kids could pick them out). I also went to a used music store and picked up a copy of Chris Botti in Boston for my mom, an Amy Grant CD for Amy, and a copy of Tracy Young's DJ mix for myself. Plus, I managed to snag a box of Apple Jax with a Star Trek prize inside!
After Schmed's pot roast dinner, we left again and ended up at the movies watching Adventureland...which I actually liked. If the '80s were your generation, you will love it too. However, Amy gave Schmed a hard time that we went there. We were walking on egg shells when we came home, but she was already in bed. Now she is at work, and didn't even bother to say good-bye to me. It astounds me that she could be so selfish to give my brother a hard time about spending time with me. This is my first visit in 2 years here, and she is gonna pull this shit. I am seriously thinking about talking to him about reconsidering his marriage plans. He takes care of these kids, cooks, takes them to school, cleans the house, packs Amy's lunch, and she is giving him a hard time about spending time with me? Plus, he finished all his normal chores, BEFORE he hung out with me. Not to mention, I paid for everything, so it wasn't like he was running around spending money.
All in all, this trip was interesting, but ultimately it's leaving me unsatisfied. They kept saying how they didn't want me to spend any money, but if that were the case, we'd have been cooped up in this cat pee riddled house the entire time. The kids were okay, when they weren't hanging all over me. After they got home from school, they were loud and bad. My mother would've beat my ass. Schmed just holds up his phone and says, "Don't make me call your mother!" They all shuttered in horror. Schmed asked Alex, age 9, who made the mess in the basement. I jokingly said, "I did it!", even though I hadn't been down there. When Schmed asked Alex again, she actually said, "Um, Kirk said he did it." Which made me laugh so hard I was in tears. Schmed said, "Kirk, they'll kick you under the bus if you let them." Alex is conniving and bratty. Jordyn is almost 5 and she's spoiled. Christian is about 7 and he's good, but he's super skinny and won't eat. He actually cries when he has to eat. I think the kids have becomed disillusioned of me. They couldn't wait to see me, but after 4 days, they didn't even care to say goodbye to me.
I am so glad to be going home.
Pics will uploaded at a later time.
On Sunday night, we ventured to the Detroit Pistons vs. North Carolina Bandits, or something, game. The arena was nice and packed. Amy won 6 tickets and brought me and Schmed and the 3 kids. The kids were well behaved, and were not an issue...It was the other thousand kids running around that was annoying. It must have been take your kids to the basketball game day. We find our row of seats, in the really high, nose bleed section. There was an older couple at the very end and the old woman refused to get up to let us pass. Finally, I asked her for a third time if she could possibly move, and she lifted her old, fat ass up to let us pass, sighing precisely every 3 seconds. We find our seats, but there is a guy and kids there! Schmed and I say, "Um, excuse me, but we think you are in our seats." He says, "Well, those people are in our seats," as he points across the row. "No one cares guys. Just sit down and everything will be alright." It was insane, but I didn't want to argue. We sat down the torture began.
Sitting behind me was a very enthusiastic kid who would stand up and scream in my ear every chance he got. Schmed was laughing, because it become obvious that this kid was torturing me. "DEEE- FENSE!!!! DEEE-FENSE!!!!" That kid is gonna have to defend himself alright. Then, he sneezed on me and spit went on the back of my shirt. I felt it, and I was completely grossed out. A loud boom opened the game with huge displays of fire. Jordyn (Amy's youngest) started to cry. Then, I looked over at the end of the row. That bitch, who wouldn't let us through, is reading a Danielle Steele book. What person comes to a Pistons game to read? A few minutes later, I look at her again and she is chatting on her cell phone! I half expected her to whip out the knitting.
The torture continued until we came up with a game plan to leave a few minute before halftime. The Pistons are a decent team, but they make a lot of fouls. We knew they would win, so there was no point in staying...plus we'll beat the traffic. We got that hag to get up one more time, who was pleased, because we were leaving, and we proceeded to the food. I had a Johnsonville brat on ciabatta bread that tasted kind of gross. I also got a Sprite in a bottle, which they had to open with rubber gloves, because of some law forbidding caps at the game. The top of the bottle smelled like pee whenever I would take a sip. WOULD THIS TORTURE NEVER END!!!
In the end, I've learned that Detroit is city that is going to torture you. The people are not that friendly and they go out of their way to make you as miserable as they are.
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On Monday, Schmed and I ventured out into the surrounding area for a driving tour. He took me to Ann Arbor to visit the University of Michigan, and we also did some shopping at the mall. We also hit up a used bookstore and a great little New Age store called, Earth Lore. I got a crystal and a coffee mug for work there. At the used bookstore I picked up a copy of Agatha Christie's Murder On the Orient Express...which one must read when traveling for hours with strangers. I also got a copy of Howards End by E.M. Forester, a Star Trek novel and a coffee table book of martini recipes (with so many typos, that even the kids could pick them out). I also went to a used music store and picked up a copy of Chris Botti in Boston for my mom, an Amy Grant CD for Amy, and a copy of Tracy Young's DJ mix for myself. Plus, I managed to snag a box of Apple Jax with a Star Trek prize inside!
After Schmed's pot roast dinner, we left again and ended up at the movies watching Adventureland...which I actually liked. If the '80s were your generation, you will love it too. However, Amy gave Schmed a hard time that we went there. We were walking on egg shells when we came home, but she was already in bed. Now she is at work, and didn't even bother to say good-bye to me. It astounds me that she could be so selfish to give my brother a hard time about spending time with me. This is my first visit in 2 years here, and she is gonna pull this shit. I am seriously thinking about talking to him about reconsidering his marriage plans. He takes care of these kids, cooks, takes them to school, cleans the house, packs Amy's lunch, and she is giving him a hard time about spending time with me? Plus, he finished all his normal chores, BEFORE he hung out with me. Not to mention, I paid for everything, so it wasn't like he was running around spending money.
All in all, this trip was interesting, but ultimately it's leaving me unsatisfied. They kept saying how they didn't want me to spend any money, but if that were the case, we'd have been cooped up in this cat pee riddled house the entire time. The kids were okay, when they weren't hanging all over me. After they got home from school, they were loud and bad. My mother would've beat my ass. Schmed just holds up his phone and says, "Don't make me call your mother!" They all shuttered in horror. Schmed asked Alex, age 9, who made the mess in the basement. I jokingly said, "I did it!", even though I hadn't been down there. When Schmed asked Alex again, she actually said, "Um, Kirk said he did it." Which made me laugh so hard I was in tears. Schmed said, "Kirk, they'll kick you under the bus if you let them." Alex is conniving and bratty. Jordyn is almost 5 and she's spoiled. Christian is about 7 and he's good, but he's super skinny and won't eat. He actually cries when he has to eat. I think the kids have becomed disillusioned of me. They couldn't wait to see me, but after 4 days, they didn't even care to say goodbye to me.
I am so glad to be going home.
Pics will uploaded at a later time.