Location Taken: Cincinnati, Ohio
Time Taken: June 2007
I rarely go into big cities. They’re too crowded and complicated for me, and always a pain to drive in. I’ve also got little interest in the things that you find in such places. Festivals, concerts, sporting events, shopping, bar-hopping, high-end dining, these just don’t really appeal to me. About the only reasons I delve into the heart of a city is for museums and when other people ask me to join them (and, even rarer, I accept.)
This particular trip into Cincinnati was one of the latter category. A friend of my Mom is really into the Cincinnati theater scene and invited Mom to the yearly Fringe Festival. I tagged along, as I have a tendency to do.
Fringe Festivals are events showcasing plays that are on the fringe. This isn’t King Lear and Wicked, it’s much more experimental pieces, and frequently ones that really aren’t too family-friendly or focusing on a highly niche audience. A whole horde of the local small theaters join together to put on the plays, giving them a chance to be shown.
Thus, we spent that day going from theater to theater catching plays. It really wasn’t my thing, alas. I tend to prefer stories that are family friendly, and my niches weren’t covered at all. (We obviously need more plays about video games.) Still, it was an interesting experience.
And I got to see a city without being the one driving. That was different. (My mom hates city driving more than I do, so I usually do it for her.) The setting sun lit up the buildings quite nicely, almost making the city look appealing to me. Almost.
