More Indy fun from my trip home in November, this time with my brother and his high school buds. They're all about 22, but they're also taller than I am, making them seem older to me. (Yep, that's my taller = older assumption, which I think I've developed as a way to keep me feeling young?) We had dinner at Don Pablo's (hey, it's the south side of Indianapolis, what do you expect?), reminding me just how good I had it in Dallas, Tex-Mex-wise.
A guy in the restaurant was making balloon animals and the like. He made a hat for me! (Thanks for the margarita, Rico!)
Playing a drinking game back home in our living room, blissfully unaware of what a shitty card I have. The Jack Daniel's Watermelon Spike and Aquafina are mine (see, responsible!). Also, the gal next to me is a model. Yeah, that does
wonders for the self-esteem. And she was very nice. Boo.
A guy in the restaurant was making balloon animals and the like. He made a hat for me! (Thanks for the margarita, Rico!)
Playing a drinking game back home in our living room, blissfully unaware of what a shitty card I have. The Jack Daniel's Watermelon Spike and Aquafina are mine (see, responsible!). Also, the gal next to me is a model. Yeah, that does wonders for the self-esteem. And she was very nice. Boo.
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