Saturday was busy, and tiring and amazing. Chuck's work buddy, Mike Novak, his wife Barb and the two of us did the tour of our new Stadium for the Colts. Lucas Oil Stadium is massive. Just huge. But it fits well with our other two sports venues, Conseco Fieldhouse, home of the Pacers and Victory Field, home of the Indianapolis Indians.
Saturday was also Mel's birthday. Mel works long hours at Conner Prairie, and it is my opinion that she needs to pamper herself a bit after wearing period clothing all day in the hot sun. So I got her smelly, girly stuff. Several of the crew gathered at the Chatterbox for cake (we offered Jack some cake, but, since his house wasn't on fire, he refused the offer. Long story.) Cake and cookies (the last of the wheat for Kay) and Woodchucks and Coronas and Rolling Rocks and Sams. And my feet were throbbing from the walking I'd done that day, so we headed home earlier than some, later than others.
Home enough in time to see Michael Phelps make history. Now for the next few days, everybody will pretend they are still watching the Olympics.
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