Clevelanders may remember when 107.9 FM transitioned into an alternative rock station and played R.E.M. for 24 hours straight. I literally sat on my bed and counted down the minutes until the end of the world. I so did not feel fine.
I've admittedly said "screw you, world," and lived under a rock the last few months, so I had no idea about the doomsday prophecy surrounding December 21.
Oh Mayans, thank you for giving me a reason to party like it's 1999.
I realize if the world ends as predicted, my bucket list as it stands is not that fabulous. And even if it were, many of the activities would be difficult to achieve in three weeks. I mean, my passport isn't travel ready to hit Australia. And unless an immaculate conception occurred (thus explaining my recent weight gain), my daughter will remain an only child.
So I've made revisions and some edits and viola - here is the Cleveland edition of my bucket list. Snicker all you want, but you seriously can live life to the fullest in CLE.
My home ec-less existence has always created this deep desire to take cooking classes. But why cook when the end is so near? I want to be served the meal of a lifetime, prepared by Northeast Ohio's culinary geniuses. Wild mushroom and Ohio City pasta gnocchi, tots and cornbread from Hodge's Cleveland to start. Devils on Horseback, crispy chicken wings confit, and animal style frites from Chef Sawyer at The Greenhouse Tavern would be up next. (I'd likely toss in a Smartee cocktail for good measure.) Mack and cheese from Washington Place Bistro is a must. Then I would order Zack's signature chicken at Table 45 before having dozens of macaroons created by Brit at Coquette Patisserie. Only then do I think I would be satisfied.
CONTINUE READING to see how Walden Inn and Spa, Cedar Point, the Rock Hall and the Cleveland Orchestra play into this plan - well played Mayans, well played
And as always, if you see a Mom enjoying her last meal alone, it’s likely me. Come say hello.