Cadillac Escalade-Chevolet-whatever Ranch

So, over the weekend I had the misfortune of visiting a place called Cadillac Ranch.  I work downtown...rarely is an additional commute welcomed, this was one. I thought of at least 5 reasons why I needed to cancel on said "friend."  FFS, though, if I get sick for the 10th time in 2 weeks, suspicions may fly that I am lying.  Which, by the way, technically, I am not.  I am certifiably mentally ill-I have an out no matter what, but I hate to pull the trump card unless entirely necessary. 

Cincinnati is interesting.  Voted in one survey as one of the "Best Cities for Singles," it has also won one of the top 10 spots in the superlative, "Most Depressing."  Puzzled before by the articles that I read, Cadillac Ranch has made it all too clear.  Disturbingly clear.  I saw the many socially-challenged singles mingle, the mommas, the babies' daddies, their five or so spawns, and the trashed "you can so bang me at 2am," chics riding a mechanical bull.  They fulfilled the best of the single life and I, the depression.  I searched desperately for any type of normalcy.  I requested a wine list.  The bartender offered me "we have white and we have red."

Cadillac-f*&k-me-running-Ranch has qualified me as one of the many in the "depressive" superlative.

Thank you, Cadillac Ranch!  I have never been voted cool in anything: I feel so awesome!!!