Once again, with feeling

I can't believe it's been so long since I have blogged. I can't believe that I have made more trips to Indiana than blogs this year. Okay, so that's not totally true, but almost.

Yesterday afternoon I returned from yet another trip to Indiana, the second this year and obviously the second this winter. Yes, winter. I hate winter. It was a major reason for my leaving Indiana in the first place. After my last trip there I was determined not to return to Indy until late summer. My mother and I were not getting along and I didn't want to go through all that crap again for at least six more months.

(Side Note) While writing this I had to stop for about the 10th time today to yell at Dash, one of my precious puppies, to get away from the trash can. He has learned how to use his snout to open it and snack away at anything I have thrown away. Note to self, buy new trash can.

Anyway, my friend Jason asked me to come up and go to the Elton John concert in Indy with him. I really didn't need to take any time off work or spend the money to go to Indy but I agreed to go anyway. All my arrangements made, it was kind of a surprise to find out that Elton had cancelled a few days before. My sister and I had made arrangements to go see the traveling Broadway production of "Hairspray" with our mother and some other friends. So I went anyway. Jason had arranged my ticket at the ungodly hour of 7 am so of course I missed my flight. Delta put me on another flight and I made it to Indy only 45 minutes later than planned. My luggage wasn't so lucky. Delta left it in Atlanta. They finally got it to me that night about 10 pm after several phone calls and an idiot delivery man in a pick up. Indiana.

We went out Saturday and had a great time, even though Jason and my old roommate Bill intimated that the boy I was talking to had parkinsons disease at the top of their lungs. The boy was just drunk, but it did drive him away, so that wasn't so bad after all. My obligatory trip to the Unicorn (which is now Kyler-Less) was alright. They had a hot hot hot new dancer named Benjamin who immediately won my dollars (many of them, many many of them) by having a very nice ass and wearing a black jock strap. Unfortunately he was a young boy with an attitude (read: Indy) so we left shortly thereafter.

Sunday was fun, we all went to the very very bad production of Hairspray (Note to self: this should finally cement your decision never again to attend a traveling Broadway production of anything unless Linda Gray is playing a role.) Afterwards we all (Richard, Bill, Michael, Jason, my sister and my mother) went to English Ivy's, my mother first trip to a gay bar. I hoped to see John F. And Daryl Ann, but they were nowhere to be seen. After, we went to Metro and played darts for a while. My sisters old roommate Stacia showed up and somehow convinced a boy that resembled a Keebler Elve that 6' 6" Jason was an actor from LA who was a regular on Joan of Arcadia. Outside of Fred Gwynne I wasn't sure there were too many Jolly the Green Giant actors out there, but the kid bought it. Jason and I left, stopped by some friends of his house then went home to rest up for Monday, my day to spend with my family.

Let me just say now, I hope that Whitney and Jeremy from Logans roadhouse on County Line road in Greenwood have patched up their problems. They are two employees who dated and Jeremy did what he would only describe as "the worst thing possible" to his girlfriend. Jason accurately predicted that "you might not want to make this crowd think of the worst thing possible." After assuring us that he had not slept with Whitney's sister, called her mother a whore or told her she was a fat cow, Jeremy abandoned us and bided his time until we left. The day went morally downhill after that. I never thought I would do a kickline behind the gravesite of two twin girls, but hey, you gotta keep an open mind.

I will try to write more very soon, but I have to go to work now, somebody has to make the doughnuts.