The Friday before long holiday weekends is always a bit strange at Klipsch. Seems as though half the people are gone, while the other half wander around in a daze wondering why they are here. I happen to be one of those in a daze, so I'm making today's blog an easy one.
For those of you who are curious, yes, I did make it to the Colts game last night. A drive that usually takes me a half an hour to maneuver turned into an hour and a half joy ride with a four-year-old in tow, who was not only hungry and had to potty, was clueless about where we were going or why we had to go. Which never goes over well with small children.
It was completely worth it when we arrived, and not just because we had fantastic parking. Or fantastic seats. Or a fantastically awesome new stadium to marvel over. Or that overall Steven was a good little football fan and enjoyed himself immensely (although we did manage to annoy a few people around us). The best part for me, and I think for Steven as well, was running into Grandpa -- realtor by day, Conseco Fieldhouse/Lucas Oil Stadium usher by night.
Plus he was wearing an awesome color.