Yee Haw

Explain to me again why I'm going to Indiana again? What on earth made me believe that any adventure that included the instructions "meet Mad Matt at the She He Cattle Barn" was a good idea? Why do I NEED a picture of a butter cow? Is it that damned Clay Aiken character again?

Yes, I'm off on another adventure this week. Flying half-way across the country with the following agenda:

• Don't throw up on the flight (pack dramamine, eye mask, saltines, etc)
• Meet Mad Matt at the She He Cattle Barn
• Eat deep fried chocolate bar
• Sneak new camera into concert
• Try not to get rained on at concert which may, or may not be in a great big field
• Enjoy concert while simultaneously figuring out said new camera in the dark (and possibly rain)
• Dance the night away
• Find the cultural mecca that is the Steak and Shake
• Sleep (yeah right, amid all this excitement, who can sleep??)
• Wake up
• Regret everything consumed at the Steak and Shake and perhaps that which was consumed at the State Fair
• Try to make my face look like a normal persons
• Go find great shopping that has been promised me
• Eat my weight in cheese and chocolate at the Melting Pot

And people wonder why I struggle when co-workers as "why are you going to Indiana??". Perhaps I can just send them to the blog. I think it should clear everything up for them.

I'm insane!!