I just returned from a weekend trip to Indiana with my parents. I actually had so much fun! When we arrived at the hotel in Bloomington at 10pm, the young man told us that there were tons of restaurants open...what else would you expect from a college town? It turned out he meant "open for delivery" and "only until 11." I'm not complaining. It was just a funny way to highlight my own elitist "cosmopolitan" notions of life. Eventually we did find an open Mexican restaurant where each of us ordered a margarita. They came out the size of fish bowls and the next morning we all woke up with headaches. It was pretty awesome. Too bad my bro missed out.
Other highlights include the trip to Smoky Jack's Rib Shack where my parents held up the entire line to inquire about the state of the brisket, and my father's quest to purchase air freshener at the local gas station. He almost failed, because he called it "room deodorizer." What can I say? Farting runs in the family.
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My brother and I, on occasion, have farts wars. Have you and a member of your family done that? I highly recommend this.
ReplyDeleteWe're totally going to that margarita place when we visit Bloomington in a couple of weeks. I would think of something more entertaining to say but I'm overwhelmed with how far behind in posting I am and I need to catch up.
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