Ohio

My plane landed back in Salt Lake at 12:15 a.m. Sunday night, a 40 minute delay from the scheduled time (thanks Dallas thunderstorms!!!), and then had to be AT work at 5 a.m. I was probably really grumpy at work yesterday, but now that I have caught up on my sleep, I must recap the weekend.

The original plan was that I was flying into Boston Friday evening, where Jason would pick me up. He was working in New Hampshire, but a couple days before I was supposed to leave his job said he had to go to Ohio because of a crisis. SO, he had to scramble to change my flight to go to Ohio instead. It all ended up working out, so I was headed to Dayton instead.

When I boarded the plane, the man sitting to my right said "Just so you know I get nauseous." GREAT, i thought. Right away, the girl to my left was asleep on the pull down table thingy in front of her. So I thought, If I need to make a mad dash to dodge projectile vomiting, I will have to manuever around the sleeping lady. Luckily, with the help of deep breaths, the man didn't have to use that paper bag he was clutching.

I had a 2 hour layover in Chicago on my way to Ohio, which was kind of cool. The Chicago airport is massive and I was a little nervous to venture far from my gate for fear of never finding it again. So, I cruised the gift shops, ate my ($11!!) sandwich, and picked up my friend Camron her shot glass.

Then, finally, I was on my way to Dayton. I was really excited because I hadn't seen Jason in a couple of weeks, and relieved to get out of town after my crazy week. The Dayton airport is tiny and not very hustle and bustle, which was nice. Jason picked me up and we headed to the hotel to drop my crap off, and then grab some Thai food in downtown Dayton. The restaurant is called Thai Nine, and the have great curry and martinis. Here is the funny conversation we had with the waitor:

Me: "I will have the Green Curry."

Jason: "I will have the Red Curry."

Waitor Man: "How spicy would you like those?"

Me: "What are the options?"

Waitor: "On a scale of 3-9."

And, he was totally serious about the 3-9 scale. For the record, a 7 is too hot.

Saturday we went into Columbus and walked around and saw the Columbus sites. The weather was slightly freezing, with a lot of wind. That night we met up with Jason's friend Julien, a 23-year-old french man who, upon greeting me, did the kiss-each-cheek gesture that I assume all french people do. Which I LOVE. We headed to a little french restaurant, that, if I visit Dayton again I must go to again. The Crepes are fantastic, and the martini called French Kiss was SO good. The highlight of the evening was when Julien asked us, "What is a French Kiss?" I guess in France kissing with tongue is not called a French Kiss. Lol.

Sunday we slept in and then had breakfast, before I had to head to the airport. The weekend was quick, but so fun and I was sad to have to come back....