I'm sitting here at the Blue Bottle. I enjoy the Blue Bottle. Always have. I have visited this place ever since it opened in the Village.
It makes me sad, actually. Leaving Muncie, that is. That sounds insane. It kind of is insane. Last night was fun because it involved a drink at the Fickle Peach with Jess and then a night at Motinis with – well, everyone. This ended with a migration to the Chug.
This gave me a chance to contemplate. I actually contemplate a lot when I am drinking. Interesting, eh? Well, this time I thought about moving to Louisiana. I have never wanted to live anywhere remotely south. But, I am now going south. Deep south. Well, not exactly deep south – Cajun south. That's kind of awesome.
But I began to look at the map. Baton Rouge is not near anything ('cept New Orleans). I think this is the only place in the country I do no know anyone within a five hour radius. This can suck. I mean, I'm all about meeting new people. And I will meet new people.
But look at my last two weeks: I went to Indianapolis for a weekend. I had a doctors appointment, so I threw some cloths in the car and made some phone calls on the way down. Before I knew it, I had people to go out and somewhere to crash. The same happened last weekend that I went to Chicago. I just kind of went. My friend fromEngland was there in town. My urban planning friends were doing a field study. Why not go to Chicago. So last night I rounded up some people for Motinis, then towards the end of the night there were plenty of people to let me crash there.
This is how awesome my friends are. And people shouldn't expect less when they come to Baton Rouge (or New Orleans). So come to visit. I'm sure I already asked you too. But I'm basically begging.
In other news: my cat says hi.
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