Friday was lovely and cool and we made it to the Birmingham Zoo at opening. Lots of cool animals. And on the way in, we passed a cute downtown area where we thought we'd stop post-zoo.
After a brief tour, we decided to head elsewhere but our car wouldn't start, necessitating a tow. Happily our Volvo roadside assistance actually did assist. The system wouldn't recognize our coded keys, so we were unable to get the steering wheel unlocked, forcing the tow-er to drag our car onto the truck, which was extremely stressful.
Again happily, a Volvo dealer was just a few miles away. Repairs (replacing the starter and recoding the keys) took a couple of hours and then we got lost on the way to the hotel, but we still made it to the Barons game in time to get a free cap -- hooray!
We spent some time in the hotel bar eating glorified chips and dip and cheese that tasted like a goat pasture smells. We watched people come and go, paid triple for our drinks because of the "ambiance" and eventually concluded no matter how you dress them up, people and hotels are just that.
We slept well and late on our ultra-plush bed, then headed out to the Vulcan statue. Despite my terror of heights, I managed to get off the elevator and stand for a full 45 seconds on the mesh at the statue's lookout. I was a little bummed to miss out on the Sloss furnaces -- the remants of a beer festival nulled the usual tours. I had wanted to visit the reportedly haunted areas. (What can I say? I was feeling particularly brave that day.)
Oddly enough, I wasn't a bit disappointed in our anniversary trip. Geddy and I chuckled and snarked our way through and had a really great time. It was a perfect getaway for two smart-aleck part-time misanthropes who plan on growing old together.
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