Back Home Again in Indiana
Oh, right. I have a blog. Sometimes you get busy living life and forget that. And by “living life”, I mean “obsessively watching the Olympics”. But we’ve also braved the face freezing cold and done some stuff, too, since, you know, that’s kind of why we moved here and all.
On Martin Luther King Day Observed, we attempted to go to the Indiana State Museum. We quickly discovered, however, that 90% of central Indiana had the same idea and bailed for the Historical Society where I had to teach the guy who works there how to pronounce “Kosciusko” and we were banned from essentially all exhibits. (They claimed it was because all the exhibits were at capacity, but I think we all know it’s because we had established that I know more than they do.)
We’re quickly learning I have a real knack for picking the worst possible day for the symphony. Every single concert night has been incredibly cold and snowy. Every single concert has also been entirely worth it. Let’s hope that holds true this Saturday.
Until MLK weekend, I literally couldn’t remember the last time I had a real burger. Then we went to Bru Burger followed a few weeks later by Bub’s Burgers (both were borderline religious experiences). I’ve heard Bru Burger isn’t as good as it was when it first opened, but Jesse and I both decided we would without a doubt go back – and that’s coming from Captain Doesn’t Eat Red Meat.
Bub’s Burgers was equally awesome if for no other reason than it looks like a shanty compared to the swanky Carmel buildings around it. Man vs. Food also made a stop which you will notice immediately unless you are blind. Also, they give you soup shots when you first sit down which, when soup is your favorite food group, is the greatest thing in all the lands.
I literally have no words for how ecstatic I am that all the world is talking about is a beastly winter storm and it’s not effecting me this time. That being said. . .SC friends, good luck. . .y’all.