We packed up girls last Saturday, took a look outside at the low clouds, and thought, "These clouds will burn off in by the time the air show starts." No worries. We drove the hour down to Mount Comfort. We pulled up to the airport to see all the cars going in to the parking area turning right back around. After talking with the nice old man directing traffic, we learned that the canceled the air show, not because of weather, but because the fields where they were planning to park patrons' cars were too muddy. COME ON. This was the 14th year for the Indianapolis Air Show. You'd think that they would have a backup plan for parking by now. Nice thing was that we could use our Saturday tickets for Sunday. Bad thing was that Brett had to go back to work on Sunday. So we missed the entire show, and we're out over $30.
So we pretty much aimlessly drove around the east side of Indy, trying to think of something to do. After packing everything up, it would feel like total defeat to just go home. We ended up at the Castleton mall, and the girls got a chance to run around at the playground area. Since they had been stuck in the car for almost two hours, this was definitely needed. We decided to go out to lunch, since we had originally planned on buying lunch at the air show. While walking to the restaurant, we passed Macy's, and saw that they were closed due to a power outage. I felt a total bad karma thing right there.
Houlihan's was restaurant of choice. They've totally changed their menu, which is a total bummer. Seriously? I paid $9 for two tacos and about 12 green beans? It was supposed to come with chips and salsa too, or so you told me, totally distracted waitress. And where are my kid's carrots and ranch that the menu also said was supposed to accompany her $5 mac and cheese? Yeah...so I don't think we'll be going there any time soon. And from now on, we are requesting a booth. Sophia is just safer in a booth than a chair. I was feeding Claire when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Brett leap (yes, I said LEAP) out of his chair to pick up a stunned Sophia, who had completely tipped her chair backward and was laying on the floor with that I'm-staring-at-the-ceiling-and-about-to-scream look on her face. The waitress walked by and asked if we needed ice. No, dear. Go back to your texting. By the time you bring it to us, it would be luke-warm water. Bad karma. Bad, bad karma. We just went home.
The afternoon proved to be better. I guess we were just supposed to be home that day.
Brett left for work on Sunday. He's gone until Friday for his annual training. We won't see him much this month. Between training and one wack-o schedule, he'll be home a whopping three days between now and the end of the month. The girls and I kicked off the long week with a trip to Lafayette for Agatha's birthday party. We had a great time. Sophia ran around the backyard all afternoon. Claire staying close to me or my parents. I think she felt safer there, since there were kids running around everywhere, in pools and running down slip-and-slides. Good times. We all had our fun outdoors and came inside for dinner just in time for the thunderstorm. Couldn't have planned it better.
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