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I got a 100% on a test yesterday. (Plus 5 points "for thanksgiving." Go figure.) Whoop, whoop. It was OT Lit, which is in no way a hard class, but I am still happy, happy. In the grand scheme of things what real difference does it make? But who wants to look at the grand scheme? How depressing is that? Woot, woot, wootwoot! *Dances about on her chair...which is a rolling desk chair...so crashes to the floor in a pile of pain...Jumps up and continues dancing...just on safer surfaces this time.*
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Right, so for the third paper in English Comp we had to analyze a building and tell of the "Subtle Rhetoric" at work on the viewer. I chose the funky cool Revolving Riverview Restaurant. Had most of my paper written with out visiting, but E and I took last evening and went up there to get pics and further jump start my half dead intellect. After eating at the school, (Hamburgers. High class, that.) to avoid the high-priced fancy feast available there, we left to go on our research foray. Arriving at about six something, we were able to avoid the early dinner crowd and beat the romantic, later dining crowd. Entering the wrong door at first, we finally made our way to the lobby, then the on up to the eighteenth floor, where resided the restaurant. As we stepped off the elevator, we were startled to here a star trek-ish female voice announcing our arrival at our floor. We exited the fancy wood paneled elevator to be greeted by a lady and a gentleman in dress formal attire. "Two please," any reservations? "Uh, no." Follow me please. (I had half expected a "Walk this way.") Up a few steps to the main floor of the restaurant, set on a freely revolving platform. The inner kitchen/elevator/bar area, and the outer windows/walls/ do not revolve. After walking what felt to be a mile of fancy tables,

she finally seated us at a two person, (wide-ish) window table. Placing leather covered, (though somewhat dirty,) menus and an extensive wine list on the table,

she left us to enjoy the view. And what a view. Night, right across the river from downtown Cincy, with all the lights ablaze and post rush hour traffic making a picturesque blur across the bridges.

Reflection on the water, with a low, light cloud covering bouncing back the light pollution to create a "day lit" night. Slow revolutions bring to view the traditional Cincinnati skyline, the new groundbreaking and unusual buildings Ky has chosen to allow in its own unique style, the shimmering lights of houses on the seven hills surrounding the Cincy valley, the obnoxious glare of sports bars and gambling spots, the seldom appreciated order of cars on a freeway.

After a few minutes of examining and discussing the interesting menu options, we told the waitress, (who was somewhat disgusted) that we merely wanted dessert. Our thought process was to split the cost and dish, and in this way not send ourselves to the poorhouse. We spent way too long laughing and mocking the odd, fancy treats available for, get this, seven dollars each. We finally decided the only thing we could bring ourselves to spend that much on was the Creme Brulee, the other options being merely fancy kinds of cake. Plus we had neither one of us had it and wanted to be able to say we had. A
LONG time later it came to the table, suitably impressive.
I thought it should have cracked when tapped with a spoon, but there is a high possibility that is just something I have made up in my crazy mind. It didn't. But the taste was incredibly addicting.

We were satisfied. I would pronounce it a very successful dessert. After ingesting that much sugar and reasonably sure the coffee would be complementary at a high price restaurant, we decided to get a couple of cups to extend our sitting time and bring us back from the carbohydrate induced coma we were exhibiting. "Sure, I'll just add it to this check." Oh, man.

Cut to- a considerable time later and two fancy(if tiny) porcelain cups placed on our table. Cool, sure, fine, whatever...
What do you mean two fifty a cup? OK, it's alright, I won't say anything. "Sure cream and sugar would be great, thank you."
Cut to- a cute little silver cream pitcher and...sugar packets. Finely and carefully doctored cup of coffee proceeds to the mouth...*gag*cough*swallow*gag*...No, it's fine.

We finished our...coffee...and left, stopping by the restrooms to "see if they are fancy." They weren't. Nuff said.
Got back on the elevator. "I know, accidentally hit a floor button so we can see how they are decorated." No, it wasn't my idea. But we did it. It was nice, but I think we both jumped like we were guilty of something when the voice announced the floor in our ears. Got back on the elevator and travelled to the Lobby ("lobby, lobby, lobby") to walk around taking cool pics of doorways...

And ships...

And Hallways...

And other stuff...

then we went out side to get pics from the bottom. But it was too dark. Ignoring the suggestions to take a picture of the bellboys and valets standing around the door, I attempted but they didn't come out very good at all....

Too dark. (I think I said that)

So then in the midst of leaving there, my driver became shockingly appalled that I had never been to Newport on the Levee and insisted we make a trip. I am such a nice person, I agreed...to make sure she didn't cry......

This is from the riverfront. I am very proud of this picture.

Beautiful!...

The Christmas decor was already all up in the square...
