Can someone please invent a day-stretcher? I really don’t want it to be Monday already. Rewind to Friday. K, Brian and I hit up Necropolis for some scare time.
I don’t get scared easy. I’m more the type that will try to figure out when and how something is going to scare me, not wait for it to scare me. As we were in line waiting our turn, I met my next boyfriend(s).
This was worth the $26. They certainly put a lot of effort into this. There were 3 different sections, including one with a flash light that only worked when they wanted it to. One of the creepers let me get in on the action.
The best room was completely black with Jason-esque hockey masks on the wall. All of a sudden, one or a few of the masks would start coming at you but your depth perception was way off to really figure out what was going on. It was awesome! Here is my best scary face.
We rounded off the night by seeing Mike and Joe play at the Vogue. The crowd seemed to be every IU alumni that now lived in Indy.
Saturday morning came too quick and before I knew it, I was whisked away to West Lafayette with friends. I didn’t have a ticket for the game, but my desire to satisfy the nagging Harry’s urge over powered me. Greatest bar eva. Especially with my boy K9 behind the counter.
Matching Pete’s were in the house.
Mitch was money on nailing people in the eye with popcorn. He got me, Tim and Rick. My cat like reflexes allowed me to shut my eye but not turn my head when he nailed a piece at me. Tim was not so lucky.
Breakfast club was in full effect. I don’t care who you are, but seeing adults dressed up in costumes at 10 am is disturbing. Just drink like the rest of us. Here is one of the college kids. Gumby was drinking beer through the mesh, sans straw. I think you can see here that he probably really needed the straw.
I took it easy Saturday night with some Saki and Penguins. Great combo. It’s what winners do. Sunday was ushered in with flag football playoffs. I made a few catches, knocked down some defensive balls. It was a good victory for team Touchdown My Pants. I feel a championship belt looming. Cheers to another fun filled weekend!