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<\/a>“Do it! All the cool kids are doing it! Don’t you want to be a cool kid?”<\/p><\/div>\n
By now, I\u2019m wondering if there\u2019s a conspiracy. In that vein, in order to debunk the myth of Detroit, I have decided to provide Reasons to Not<\/em> Come to Detroit<\/strong>. That\u2019s right: I promise, Dear Reader, that there are reasons to avoid this city like the plague<\/em>.<\/p>\n This entry will kick things off with Three Reasons Not to Play in Detroit.<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll be honest. I\u2019ve been trying to write these blog posts for a week. Every time I\u2019ve settled down at the computer, cracked my knuckles, and prepared to write my little heart out, I\u2019ve received a text along the lines of: \u201cHey, there\u2019s a thing going on in this place. Want to come?\u201d<\/p>\n The answer is yes, because I can’t even skate and I\u2019m still having fun.<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n A prime example is this past Friday, when I arrived home from a great Challenge day energized and prepared to type, only to receive a text within the hour asking if I wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings and skate at Campus Martius. I know I thought to myself, I should stay home to write these blogs<\/em>. I also know that that this voice of reason was drowned out by a mind theater of delicious wings in the biggest B Dubs in the nation.<\/p>\n The thought of skating should, by all rights, have stopped me. But Campus Martius, lit up by the glow of that lingering giant tree and glimmering with its reflection in the ice, beckoned with such a siren call that I found myself strapped into skates and clinging in desperation to the sideboards before I realized it. And, somehow, by the end of the night I\u2019d left the sideboard and was making my wobbly way around the rink unaided. Reader: if you fear the new and unknown, know that Detroit is a source of both. There should<\/em> have been a hitch in our plans that night. We arrived at said biggest B Dubs in the nation only to find that everyone else had had the same idea and flooded the place \u2013 the wait time was 45 minutes to an hour. Reader, if you are a loner who likes darkness and avoids other humans, take heed: there are too many people in downtown Detroit on a Friday night.<\/p>\n\n
<\/strong>1. There\u2019s too much to do.<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>There are too many options for fun.<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/blockquote>\n