Day 28: Covington
Welcome
Yesterday we travelled to the northern edge of Kentucky to play in Covington.
It was a great morning for sleeping. I arose right before checkout, nearly forgoing a shower. We elected to head straight for the van, we all hopped into the van, getting an hour of driving out of the way before our breakfast stop.
Tristan had scouted an Indonesian restaurant along our route in the town of Greensburg and we had enough time up our sleeve that we could dine in. I ordered Mee Goreng with beef curry. The restaurant’s owner came and chatted to us after our meal and it turned out she was from Manado, the same Indonesian city that Liz’s mum hails from. Right before leaving we were allowed to place a pin on the map wall, a giant world map displaying the hometowns of previous patrons. There were three pins along the east coast of New Zealand’s South Island and one at the base of Coromandel Peninsula. We proudly added the first pin to Auckland City and sang the national anthem before getting on our way.
We hopped back onto i74 and continued east across Indiana’s till plains, eventually passing through the Muscatatuck Plateau in the southeastern reaches of the state. Then we crossed into the southwest corner of Ohio, passing briefly through Cincinnati before crossing the Ohio River into Kentucky, and the city of Covington.
The Cincinnati skyline seen right before we cross into Covington.
The preshow all went according to plan and we manage to fit in a quick visit to the Revival Vintage Bottle shop where we tried various spirits that have lain dormant for between 50-100 years.
At the Vintage Revival Bottle Shop.
Madison Live, our venue.
It was a classic Saturday night rowdy crowdy. There seemed to exist a thick tension between the two major groups attending the show, the Covingtonians from the south side of the river, and the Cincinattians from over in Ohio, to the north. Sensing danger Liz moved to action and asked the audience how to correctly perform the famous mystery of slang, the yee-haw. The entire room responded as one with a rousing rendition of the exuberant cowboy cry. This proved to be a uniting action and the rest of the show passed without incident.
After pack-down we retired to our hotel where a perfect bow was tied on the evening in the form of discovering this bass guitar sized nook in the hotel room.
