I don't think there is much I can say to add to the Harry Potter experience. I agree with the greatness of it, though I also agree with some of the less than stellar reviews, but all in all, it was a grand way to end the series. I'm sure I will view it again, which is the best recommendation I can give.
After the movie, I did a little grocery shopping, and then I went home to relax. I had decided I would try to go out that night, though with it being Expo weekend (Indy folk know what that entails), I knew it would be a less than busy night, but Chelsea Nicole Parker, a local drag queen, was performing at Zonie's Closet. Since she is about to move to Pittsburgh, I wanted to see her one last time. Plus, Halle Pino was performing with her. I love Zonie's. If one thing has changed a lot since went on blogging hiatus, I have become an even bigger fan of drag. Now, this is not to be confused with a panty sniffer, which is someone who wants to date a drag queen, but I do enjoy a good drag show. The big problem is that while Greg's and Talbott Street, the two largest bars in town, have gone smoke free, Indianapolis does not have a city wide smoking ban. Here's to hoping Melina Kennedy wins Mayor in November! But I digress... Zonie's is a very small, one room bar, with poor ventilation, and it attracts smokers -- CHAIN smokers. I kid you not, the smoke was so thick, when people would take pictures the effect would be like a fog and strobe light from a Whitesnake video. It was horrible! So, I only made it through three rounds, and then I decided to go to Greg's for one* drink.
Thus began a night that ended at 5am after gorging myself on fried food at Olly's.... Yeah, so much for the diet.
Saturday was pretty low key. Since my parents were out of town, I pretty much laid in bed all day. The major problem was that my landlords decided last week was the time to do some facade work on my building. Now, they have done this work on three sides of the building, but they had left mine out, which was fine with me. Well, ha ha, now they are working on my side, and the first step is to knock off the old plaster/stucco, which means hammers - lots of hammers, and unfortunately, none of workers bear any resemblance to Thor. They also apparently work on Saturday. This was my Facebook status update (as I laid in bed with a worker staring in my window):
Well, the facade work continues on a Saturday. I feel like I'm living Poe's "The Raven." --- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door" --- Well, a Mexican day laborer, and nothing more...At least, I was able to get literary. Mom would be proud.
I didn't go out Saturday, but I slept in on Sunday. I was able to get to the gym, and then I got picked up to go to Terre Haute for the hillbilly wake for a friend of mine's father. Hillbilly was her term; not mine. It wasn't all that bad, but it was very hot. Plus, as more of the gays came onto the scene, you could see the one cute guy start to get a little uncomfortable - like we were going to make him sing the Village People or something.
After getting home, I watched some TV, and then I went to bed, which ended up being fitful and horrible. I think I may have slept a total of an hour. Joy... bring on the day. bring on the dangerous heat wave... Happy Monday!
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