So today has been a day of relaxation in Louisville, Kentucky. Last night we met up with our friend Kody, who I believe recently moved to the area from Lexington. This morning I woke up and I was still feeling sniffly and stuffy from the cold-I-don’t-have. Not to be deterred by this, I decided that I was going to evict the cold-I-don’t-have by sweating the bastard out. I achieved this through walking.
I walked from downtown Louisville to an area I believe is called the Highlands. I did this via a neighborhood called NuLu. NuLu looks like it’s rebuilding itself to a former glory, whereas the Highlands (Bardstown and Baxter) is fully of locally owned eateries, pubs and cute little shops.
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Abandoned Passenger Train Station.
I walked the 3.1 miles from the hotel to the nearest Starbucks, where the fever-I-didn’t-have apparently broke. I felt 500% better but I was sopping wet. Hoping I didn’t look like a homeless person, I ordered a bottle of water and an unsweetened green tea and quickly chugged them down. Even though I didn’t have a cold, I felt victorious because I suddenly felt like my normal self again. The bonus of this cold I didn’t have is that my voice is really deep right now. I sound like Barry White but without the panache or hit singles that were remade by Taylor Dayne. If I tried I could sound like Taylor Dayne but usually I end up sounding like Anastacia.
I think I’m digressing.
Earl and Kody opted to drive (as they thought I was nuts to walk that much) and they met me for lunch, where we went to Wick’s Pizza Parlor and Pub.
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Vegetable Stromboli.
One thing that occurred to me during lunch, and this was obviously because I was feeling better than I was before, was that we hadn’t had any pie or any sort of dessert along this trip. We rectified that with a stop at the Homemade Ice Cream and Pie Kitchen, where I had Chess Pie for the first time in many, many years.
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Another thing that I had not accomplished yet was a visit to a local barbershop for a shave, which is something that I enjoy from time to time. I ended up going to the Derby City Chop Shop, which was highly recommended by all things electronic. I wrote a review of the experience on Google+.
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Official Barbershop greeter.
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Foaming at the mouth.
It was a long wait but that was a beautiful thing, because I got to get a feel for the local flavor and it was quite a nice vibe.
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Nearby Cherokee Road.
After my chop shop experience (and no loss of blood), Kody and Earl decided to drive back to the hotel but I declared I would walk back, after all, why settle for 3.1 miles when you can walk 6.2 instead? Still feeling fantastic, I walked back to the hotel where I again sweated like a pig. On the way back, I passed a shop in NuLu that had this on the front wall of their building.
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Documenting your dreams is a beautiful thing, whether you say them silently and toss a coin, repeat them every night before going to bed or write them on a chalk board on a storefront in Louisville, Kentucky.
After you document the dream you have to go chase it. While still feeling inspired, I spotted this whiteboard in another store front.
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Live it up, baby, live it up.
I’m glad your not-a-cold finally went away!!
And I like that “Before I die…” sideboard idea. Hmm…