Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

My sand-colored summer.

Last time I went on vacation, I enjoyed a week-long sojourn in Ocean City, NJ. There, I happily wasted my time on naps, The Office, margaritas, cornhole, two books by Joan Didion, a puppy’s company, sun, surf and hard-shell crabs. It was heaven in East Coast form. And I’ve missed it ever since.

But as of 5:45 or so tomorrow, I will again wade into the waters of vay-kay. This time, though, I’m going to…

Glittering, gleaming Cincinnati!

Cincinnati!!!

I know nothing about this place, except that the Bengals are not very good (despite what the Eagles and Redskins would have you think) and the Reds blew their load on Griffey, Jr. I also know that you could call it “The Nati,” but I’ve yet to confirm whether this is considered cool or not.

I hear that the ethnic food is very good in Cincinnati, as are the chain-store shopping opportunities. And there are, of course, the WKRP associations.

I have some lovely friends-of-friends who live there and they’re very kindly putting me up for an extended New Year’s. Schoen family, get ready! I spill things and can’t cook.

And so, I’m excited! It’s time to leave this coast for a while, do a little anthropological work at the heartbeat of America. Ohio, here I come.