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Drive from FW to Indy was relatively uneventful; no real travel stories to tell from the trip. The usual bad driving and tailgating (I was passed by a motorcycle when I was going 80; I dropped back to 70 to let him over in front of me since he seemed determined to go right up the ass of the car in front of me). Minidisc player and radio-frequency worked flawlessly; Michel-Ange's pansy-ass speaker system was quite overwhelmed by most of the bass.
Got stuck behind some Hispanic guy in a tricked-out Caprice - window stickers, gold trim, chrome windshield wipers, the whole deal - going 55 miles an hour in the Passing Lane in a 65 zone. Augh.

Made it down on 1/2 a tank of gas. I should go out and get gas and something for dinner eventually, the S-P's are at a party and I only have about an eighth of a tank left. Have instructions to IUPUI for the morning, but should get gas now so that I do not panic and get pressed for time.

Emerson Auditorium has a wireless access point. The temptation to bring Taika's NIC and try it out is overwhelming. Michael and Diana are v. sweet people, if as patently unique as I remember them being. They have a hot tub. I am going to have to bring a swimsuit. No, Lily-my-love, this does not give you licence to try and get me in a bikini. I am thinking a sensible swimsuit. They spent 20 minutes showing me around and apologising for not being better hosts. I am very low-maintenance. They also have a router, but I am seriously considering acquiring a wireless access point to plug in so I do not have to sit in the family room for 'net access. There's a v. nice couch in my guestroom, and I would like to use it for couchly purposes. Especially late at night. Especially when talking with my Angel.
Two dogs. Barkers, but otherwise well behaved. They even go in their kennels when I ask them to. This is a miracle.

I think the first order of business this evening is going to be to go get gas and food, and then to come back, try out Morrowind, and veg here. Must remember to ask Michael how to get to Curves. Yay for Curves.

now feeling:: cheerful cheerful

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daimones From: daimones Date: June 8th, 2003 03:25 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Oh my.

Glad you like it. :)
ellisande From: ellisande Date: June 8th, 2003 03:27 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Aww. *sniffles* Does sensible include low-cut?
claudishqu11 From: claudishqu11 Date: June 8th, 2003 04:39 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
(hugs the the Californian speed limit that no one obeys and no one cares about) Considering that 85 mph here is slow, dayum...55...wow...hehe
beowulfalive From: beowulfalive Date: June 8th, 2003 09:32 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Speed Limit?

Speed Limit? We don't need no stinkin' speed limit! The -signs- say 55 around the 465 loop of Indy. But once Rush hour passes the ave. is 70-85. I've had people fly be me at night while I was goin 75 easy. It gets awful when you hit one of those 55mph morons. They're more hazard than law abiding.
attickah From: attickah Date: June 9th, 2003 06:30 am (UTC) (etched in stone)

I can't drive 55

I think, when going to Indy to ice skate last year, that more often than not I was one of those people flying past you. :-) Sometimes I think 90% of my body weight is concentrated in my right foot...

ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: June 9th, 2003 02:38 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: I can't drive 55

Mind, I got no problem with people who speed, long as they don't tailgate :)
attickah From: attickah Date: June 9th, 2003 04:40 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: I can't drive 55

In spite of what Mike may or may not think (he's the only person who ever back-seat drives on me), I don't try to tailgate. In fact, when I notice I'm getting awfully close to someone, I always go around (if I can) or slow down. My problem is that I don't always notice right away.
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