could I be any more horrible at blogging? seriously people...

Wow. I'm a horrible blogger. When Burg and I decided to start this thing last year, I figured I'd be blogging nonsense non-stop. Not the case. I apologize to you five readers or so. My bad. I'll get better.

Life here in Indy is good...great even. I love my job. I love living in Carmel. I love living with Adrianne. I love being able to go home for dinner or meet my sister for lunch. I love being near teh people I love the most and who have shaped my life and me. I don't miss Cincinnati one tiny bit. I miss people. The Hills for one. I miss going to church with J and Laura and playing with Graham and Gibby. But I don't miss living in the Nasty. I rarely think about it. And when I do, it's only to wonder why I went there in the first place. Oh well. No regrets.

Adrianne and I went to Canada a few weeks ago. Good times, my friends, good times. I experienced my first casino and quite honestly, not that impressed. I got bored with the slots--mainly because I couldn't figure them out. What can I say, I'm a blonde? It was definitely a fun place to people-watch though. I saw some stressed out faces at the quarter slots. Yikes. The best part about the casino--lunch. Delish food in a booth where Addie and I literally watched True Hollywood Story (Patrick Dempsey) for an hour. Yes, I realize we could have done that back here in Indy...but we wouldn't have felt as cool.

The Chubby Pickle was everything I thought it would be, and more. And the drink The Chubby Pickle...equally delish. Simply amazing. And thank you SASsy for dedicating a song to me. I mean, it was Pottymouth Princess which I'm sure speaks volume of what people think of me...but I don't care. Thank you Danger. Thank you.

My experience with a Chubby Pickle. Hands down one of the best drinks EVER! Like a Bloody Mary, but instead of tomato-based juice, they use clam-based juice. Sounds disgusting...but its basically heaven on earth.

It was a SASsy night, fo sho.

At some club after the show. A club that when we went in, we were literally the ONLY people there. And I went to the bar to get a drink, turned around to hand one to Adrianne and couldn't find her. Only to look around and realize homegirl was the only one on the dance floor. And loving every minute of it.

The D and P at the Chubby Pickle.