I know I don't spend much time in Detroit, but every time I go back, I like it more and more. It's such an interesting city. Sure, it's dirty and corrupt and all that negative stuff, but it also has boatloads of character and really interesting people.
Mary and I drove from Chicago to Detroit on Thursday night with all of her stuff in the trusty old escort. Due to poor planning, I didn't roll into my parents house until about 2AM on Friday morning, but whatever, I eventually made it after dropping her off in Ann Arbor.
Friday night I met up with my best friend Karen. It's so funny because Karen and I are so similar in that we're terrible at keeping in touch, but whenever we see each other (about twice a year), we have such a good time. We met up for dinner at Detroit Brewing Co and then went on a mini bar crawl through downtown Detroit, stopping at Cliffton Mills (a jazz club where we paid for our cover in pennies), The Park Bar (out of tradition) and The Town Pump (also a tradition). We decided it would be appropriate to call up Chris, this dude we met the last time we went to The Town Pump last October and who went through the shooting ordeal with us. We totally bonded over the fact that we were all trapped in a bar with 2 guys who both had guns out and were ready to fight. Oh Detroit...
Anyway, it was so much fun hanging out with Karen. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a months, so it was just a great feeling. We called up Rene from the bar to complete our old high school tripod of friendship. :) The next day I went to my first game at Comerica Park so I got to hang out and see the new stadium, which was way big time, especially compared to Wrigley Field.
Today was a pretty chill day. I went with Mark and Sarah to the Detroit Yacht Club to rub elbows with the fancy people. Mark and I drove his motorcycle from Trenton to downtown Detroit via West Jefferson, which was definitely an experience. I got a quick tour of the yacht club and learned a bit (did you know the first cement building in the U.S. is the original Detroit Boat Club building?), but mostly I just hung by the pool. Afterwards we went to this hilarious bar called The Bronx in Detroit, which was a total dive bar, complete with a Make Your Own Bloody Mary Bar. The bar was a piece of wood set on 2 tables and the bloody mary makings basically consisted of cans of V8, various hot sauces which appeared to have been stolen from other establishments and a whole bunch of olives, celery and randomness. Very cool place though. Delicious hamburgers. Mmm....
So that was my Detroit weekend. Probably won't have another one for awhile. Tomorrow Mary's picking me up early so we can make the trek out to NYC. ROAD TRIP!
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