This was actually supposed to be the entry for yesterday, but my day got away from me and so did today -- Ah well...here it is:
This was one of those inactive/active weekends that really seem to zap my energy. While it seems like I did a lot, I can't say I really got a lot accomplished, especially with Grand Masquerade, Indy Pride website, and now St. Patrick's Day/Indy Sports Foundation website stuff to do. I'm going to have to make a concerted effort to get the host of these things done by the end of the month, especially the Indy Pride site, because I'd like to show that as an accomplishment before the board elections.
On Friday, I went to the Indiana State Fair, which was nice because I was able to ride my bike up there, and then after I returned home, I puttered around a bit before deciding to head over to Talbott Street for a drag show. Blanche and Romeo had decided they were in for the night, and since I hadn't heard from Maestro, I figured it was the same for him. Plus, since Talbott is within stumbling distance from my home, I figured it was a better call, especially since I had read that IMPD was having an impaired driving crack down this past weekend.
I did eventually hear from Maestro, but since my plans were already in motion and he hadn't even been home yet, he opted to take it easy for the night. I really hadn't planned on staying out all that late, especially after texting Sequoia and Cadillac and hearing they were planning on staying in for the night. Of course, best laid plans, I ended up staying for both shows and well after midnight, which boded ill for the fact that I needed to be up at 6am, so I could be at my parent's house by 7 to drive down to Columbus, IN for the funeral of my godmother.
It has been a while since I attended a funeral. I would imagine it was the funeral of my grandmother (my father's mother), in the 90's, and frankly, I do not recall my mother and father crying so much during that one as they did for my godmother, one of their best friends. I honestly don't recall my father crying at all, but I imagine when your wife is balling for well over an hour, it is kind of hard to hold back. Indeed, even I, Mr. Stoic, was fighting back tears, but it was more in reaction to my mother than anything else. In listening to the eulogies and other remembrances, I did realize that I did not take enough time to get to know the woman my parent's entrusted with my spiritual growth, and even though I scoff at that part because I do not think there was any hope for me being religious from the get go, that doesn't mean she wasn't an extraordinary woman with a story to tell, and it is rather sad that I didn't take the time to hear it.
After I got back to my parent's house, I finished my laundry and made my way back home. I didn't really have too much time until I needed to meet Blanche and Olly's so we could go down to the Grand Opening of Lucas Oil Stadium, Indiana's latest monument to sports. Considering I know what the prices for Colts games are going to be like, the chances of me actually seeing a game there are slim to nil (unless Blanche comes through with some tickets, but with it being a new venue and the Colts still pretty good, I don't count on that happening). I will be there for State Marching Band contest in October, but hey, I'm a nerd.
The facility itself is pretty damn cool. The Hoosier/RCA Dome, which has been the home of the Colts, is/was a pretty utilitarian structure and this is much more well appointed. It makes a good sister facility to Conseco Fieldhouse where the Pacers play. I'm going to let pictures speak for themselves:
After that, Blanche and I walked back to Olly's, and I pretty much spent the rest of the night there flirting with the new bartender. I'm not sure yet if he's just being flirty for tips or what, but hey, who doesn't mind a little flirting, especially when it results in free drinks!
I got home around 2, and I watched some TV until 3, shut off my alarm, and promptly slept until 11:30. Sunday was pretty much a day a the Trump's pool, and it ended up with a game of cat and mouse with Romeo, who was drunker than a skunk, heavy lidded, and intent on driving his drunk ass home. He eventually got away from me, and thankfully, made it home without death and destruction. I wandered home around 6, watched some TV, and pretty much passed out on the couch.
There you have it. The weekend roundup a few days late!
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