The Travel Diva

Columbus - I city to die for

I've recently returned from a fabulous trip to Columbus, Ohio, where I had a rather terrifying experience. I wanted some great cityscape shots before dawn and asked the hotel manager to arrange this for me. At 4 a.m. I was frog marched up to the roof by a little stick of a man, then climbed the ladder to gain access to the steel girders skirting the perimeter of the roof. Let’s just get something clear right now… I don’t even like being this tall, I don't wear high-heels, so standing on flimsy trimmings tacked to the roof of a sky-scraper ,with a strong wind encouraging me to fly, and nothing but a sidewalk 42 floors below, I became somewhat anxious. In fact, I started crying for my mommy. But I suffered for my art, rigged up my tripod and took some amazing pictures; I only stopped shaking after I had my 'aaaaa opena', which a rotund and busty waitress in a Creole kitchen thought I was in desperate need of. I shot of bourbon never tasted so good.

posted by Cindy-Lou Dale @ Friday, August 03, 2007