Let’s start it off by saying that we were the only two people in all of downtown Indianapolis wearing costumes last night. To top it off, they don’t sell beer in Indiana on Sundays, so we had to go out in public with zero priming.
Now, I’m not trying to say that we’re by any means original or cool because we went out and got drunk, but you’ve got to understand the level of need for fun to break up the bicycle riding. When you do the same thing everyday all day, you have to turn it loose a bit from time to time. So when we go out, we go the fuck out if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
So let’s see here……….eat dinner and have the first of many beers. Skeptical thoughts about the potential of the night. Express our desire for photos of us with lots of strangers having a blast. Go to next bar. The costumes are a hit. Strange reaction when I tell people we’re on this trip cause the guy in the chicken suit retired. Watch the world series through one eye hole. Next bar. Very intense conversation about furniture design. Fleetwood Mac- The Chain “I LOVE THIS SONG!”. Bar closing, back to the second bar where they don’t let our new friend in even though we brought his luggage with us. Guy walks away from me mid story when I’m trying to tell him why the story behind the Vladimir Putin photo in Time magazine is “really fascinating”. Quick visit, we bail again. ———Blank memory————- (everything comes back when we check the camera the next morning). Apparently on our way home we stopped by the very first place we had dinner and drinks. Finally get our “posse photo” we so eagerly wanted 5 hours earlier. Photos show that we are clearly the funnest people in the bar.
P.S. When in Indianapolis, don’t expect much nightlife advise from the guys at Rise Skateshop.