My weekend..

 Man, I'm not really in the mood for this right now. I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep all day. I miss sleeping all day. Ugh.

Anyway, this entry is going to be short because I don't have the time to spend writing something extensive and involving.

I went to Hyde Park this weekend to eat at the Cock & Bull restaurant and it was very, very good. Pretty cool decor and a super nice staff. I loved it. (Wish I could get a job somewhere like that but I don't think I dress fancy enough for it). My roommate Aaron was with me and he got their famous fish and chips while I got a taco salad. Both were amazing, especially the Cajun mayo for the fries.
After our meal, we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood and look at the houses. This seems to be one of Aaron's favorite past times, although I wasn't that amused by the venture. However, the houses in this place displayed some of the most amazing architecture I had ever seen around Cincinnati.
We started at the bottom of the road and worked our way up. The houses started at pretty normal looking incomes. Regular siding, regular roofing, regular porch furniture. But every house became more impressive than the next as we walked farther and farther up the road. The laws became more and more well kept, bushes more in line and flowers a bit brighter. Every door became more intricate, porches wider and chimneys taller. What I didn't notice were the cars. As these things became better, the cars became more scarce. Made me wonder if maybe they have troubles with them.
A couple of the houses had strong European influences. The house from Germany was humongous and had the typical white stucco with the crossing wooden X's. The landscaping looked that that of a Low German style. My favorite had to be the house from Italy. This had to be something straight from a Shakespeare novel. Iron fences, three car garage, wide front space surrounded by a low 4 foot wall - it was beautiful. However, the royal house from England, by far was the most amazing thing I'd seen yet. It had a humongous stairway winding up to the also humongous front porch, where two of the luckiest little kids stood. It was completely made of brick and stone and from the street you could see the giant spiral staircase in the center of the living room with a magnificent chandelier in the center.
Yes, they were all gorgeous, but it almost made me sad. One reason because my roommate was gawking at the houses and constantly saying how much he wants to live in the neighborhood, and two.. Well, when you think about it, the residents of this house are probably the people who have been stepping on others toes just to get where they are today and then they complain when the government wants to raise their taxes just to help pay off the debt. The selfishness emanating from my walk with Aaron very much alarmed me.
I have no resentment toward the houses, they didn't do anything but be built. I just have a possible problem with the possible background behind those who live in the houses. I wouldn't know what to do with all the money those living in the English house have. I would probably still live in a modest house in the same neighborhood and have the same things I do now. Different views I suppose? Not sure but that was Hyde Park.