James Whitcomb Riley Memorial
Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana
Mystery solved: I was in Indianapolis for the past four days visiting my darling friends Scott and Jay. To say that I adore these adorable boys is a grand understatement. To say that they are hospitable and generous and fabulous in all regards is a grand understatement. To spend time in their company is just grand. Everyone should be so lucky to not only have friends like these but to have these boys as friends. If you ever have the opportunity to meet them, grab it.
We laughed like idiots and ate like pigs. Snuggled with Lucy (seriously the most adorable beagle ever) and Figbash (the largest, fluffiest black cat in existence) and were privileged to have Oliver (a yellow tabby who looks even better in a monocle than Mr. Peanut) endure us. Went here, there, and everywhere.
Although I did take a few photos, most of them came out like crap because I still have not mastered the intricacies of a point-and-shoot and thus they are not worth "sharing". Plus, I'm really not one of these people who likes to preserve every blink, hiccup, and arm-flailing of her life in snapshots. I'd rather be actually doing the stuff I'm doing and not taking pixtures of it. However, I'm not a total aguafiestas, so I will go through them in the next few days and delight you with the tofu sour cream of the crop.
The boys told me they'd worried that I wouldn't like Indianapolis. That I, a city girl to rival Marlo Thomas, Mary Tyler Moore, and Grace Adler, would be bored to Empire State Building-scented tears in their relatively small city. They couldn't have been more wrong if they'd paid themselves to be. Indeed, I was even quite envious of a lot their city had to offer, including ridiculously friendly people, wide open skies, some of the most charming and gorgeous houses I've ever seen, and scads of independent coffee shops and bauble boutiques and dog-friendliness. Add to this a lack of pressure, a feeling of repose, and very little pretension, and I actually found myself having what is commonly known as a blast.
I will continue the written adoration tomorrow and will include a bit of photographic evidence of my Midwest meandering. Stay tuned.
Jealous. I SO want to spend time with Scott and Jay.
Offered by: Karen on July 18, 2008 2:06 AMWho couldn't love Lucy or Figbash (the only cat in my 40 years to fall asleep on my chest)? And the city too, with such expert tour guides. I hope Scott showed you the perfect male ass at the Soldiers & Sailors monument. If not, you'll have to come back.
Offered by: mike on July 18, 2008 1:02 AMPart of the beauty of urban living is that each city has something unique to offer. Nothing need be on the grand scale of say, New York, to be interesting. I'm glad you're one such lady to recognize this. Then again, I've always known this about you.
Offered by: Da Goddess on July 16, 2008 9:23 AMAre they inviting any other city girls out there? It sounds like a spa, only way better!
Offered by: Leslie on July 15, 2008 10:26 PMWelcome to the midwest. Next time drive the 100 miles to visit a brother, or tell him you're playing in his backyard.
"Hoosier mama? I dunno, but I know who my daddy is!"
Offered by: Ds on July 15, 2008 8:24 PM
