Well it was another perfect weekend in Indianapolis. I seriously love the fall season. When I lived in southern California, the only thing I didn't like about the weather was not having fall. Or thunderstorms.
I had yet another birthday on Saturday. Not much to say there, except I'm one of those people who doesn't really enjoy getting older. I still can't grow a full beard and show little signs of balding, so it's not too depressing yet.
One notable thing about my birthday is that I changed phone numbers recently and apparently forgot to tell everyone. Anyways, some lucky girl got a lot of calls this weekend to wish her a happy birthday. Just for fun, you should call 317, 938, 3323 and ask for Art. Let me know how annoyed she is.
The Colts won a tough game that shouldn't have come down to the wire. Why didn't they call a timeout on that last drive of the first half? And why didn't they run after the two minute warning at the end of the game? I will say that it's nice to know that the defense can come up with a stop when we need it. We got a win, so I won't complain too much.
The rest of my weekend can be summed up within this jumbled mess of my thoughts:
Men's Group, man-pong, poker, Stroh's, hot tub, washers, Scruff cameo, birthday, grits, church, Colts win, balloons, family, beer, sunshine, beer.
Last year I had a much more entertaining post, which you should read here:
City Boy Goes Camping
And don't forget that tomorrow is Talk Like a Pirate Day