They Do, But I Don't

On Tuesday, I got a call from my neighbor Rhenda saying that this weekend there would be a wedding at my house. The reception would be in my backyard and the wedding itself on my front porch. Also, I wasn't able to open my front door between the hours of 4:30 to 6:30. OK. Well, the rehearsal took forever, the setup was noisy, and the blessed event took way longer then promised. And of course, the place hasn't even begun to be cleaned up. So what did I do during the wedding? Well, I was tempted to open and close my door repeatedly, but I didn't. Instead I went out with this new guy who I am crushing after, and while we had a great time, all I can think of is, are we dating? And if so, why am I the last to know about just about everything?

Windy Week to Windy City

The world is so boring without electricity, but also kind of nice. I went to bed at a too decent hour and read a ton and well, that is about it. So this past weekend I had to spice things up a little bit. Mom had a conference in Chicago last week so I joined her for the weekend. We went to the Field Museum and saw Sue, and went to the Shedd Aquarium, where I ended up sitting for hours watching the fish even after Mom had to catch a cab to the airport. We went on the architecture boat tour, where we learned that one of the biggest, hottest fires in history helped inspire an architecture which makes buildings look like they wear their skeletons on the outside. And we saw Jersey Boys, about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. It was a great show, and we didn't even let the fact that our Broadway meal beforehand was McDonald's bother us. I have noticed a funny thing; the more I travel the less I bring along. It seems like some kind of Buddist idea of the soul's travels, or maybe ultra-capitalist in efficency. Anyway, the weekend was great, even the flight home, which I ended up on with David. Now it is back to tons of work- oh well, "big girls don't cry"!

When Ideologies Unite...in the Dark

I am not sure which conspiracy theory currently fits. Power is out everywhere, and yet most rich people are doing just fine. Is this when the workers unite? Is communism coming? Or, is it a capitalist plot, because while homes are without electricity, all businesses seem to be fine. Therefore, Nationwide has a/c, lights, hot showers and hot food. Is this a plot to make us work more? Is this the apocalypse? People are wandering around aimlessly and there seem to be many crimes occuring on my block. However, if this is the apocalypse, it is superty boring. There is nothing to do except read until 8ish, sit on my porch until 9ish, and then sleep in the eery(sp?) silence. If this was 2012, then all ridiculous theories would be uniting.

Inside Indianapolis

This weekend Jason and I went to Indianapolis. We had a pretty fun time, but we discovered that the people in Indianapolis are...well, kind of mean. We made up for the lack of hospitality by ordering lots of room service and movies and playing the train game (see me as a conductor of a train- at the the Children's Museum- above)... in our room. We did wander out a bit. We went to the Children's Museum, which had a great exhibit on comic books (see Jason as a comic above), as well as a display on Ryan White, Anne Frank, and Ruby Bridges, which we cried buckets at. We also went to the Indianapolis Zoo, where we did lots of behind the scene stuff, such as help feed lizards and hang with penguins and get extra close to the dolphins. We had dinner at a place called the Slippery Noodle Inn. The Slippery Noodle has a colorful past- it has been a road stop bar for the train that passes close by, a stop on the Underground Railroad, a luxurious inn, a gangster hideout, a bathtub gin brewery, and a bordello. It sounds like my kind of place... and definitely the only type of place able to lure me away from the fabulous haven called the Omni hotel room.