I'm not Cranky! Yet!

We've had some storms here in Indy.

The thing is, what with the creepy clouds, crazy weather and the fact that I can't buy beer on Sundays anywhere in Indiana, I'm beginning to empathize with poor, burdened Frodo as he and Sam stumbled barefoot and thirsty into the heart of Mordor. Somewhere on Main St. in Kokomo, sits the "all-seeing eye" of ultimate evil. You can feel it gazing down upon you and casting its judgment across the vast plains of death and corn as you hit Chick-fil-A and go about your daily errands.

To make matters worse, this "god" thing that people tell you about that supposedly doesn't want you drinking on Sundays will chuck out a storm that dumps not only rain but a ton of ice as well, and these little nuggets would be a perfectly natural and organic way of keeping your scotch at a comfortable operating temperature.

But, noooo... God gives you ice to keep your drinks cold, but he doesn't want you buying scotch on Sundays. And people worship this lunatic?

It's a strange world, this Indiana. Where I come from, Sunday drinking is not only perfectly legal, it's also readily available and whole-heartily encouraged. And, it's usually accompanied by piles of charred meat, games of badminton, family, friends, and FUN. Getting on your knees and begging forgiveness only comes when you piss off your girlfriend because, well, you're drunk and there's probably a good chance something you said came out entirely the wrong way.

Of course, I still love it here.

-DP