The Lisa Life

Things I've Noticed About Indy, Part II

I have to say, I love Indy more and more every day I live here.  It's a bigger city with a small town feel.  There's no lack of anything to do, either.

Saturday evening, Martin's co-worker Mike and his wife Susan took us out to dinner a famous local place.  Sahm's.  Sahm's has been around since the 80s.  When we first passed one, I thought Sahm's was an acornym for Stay At Home Moms who had started a restuarant.  I have since discovered that is not the case.  I had a wonderful meal of Steak Dianne.  I can't wait to go back and try some of the other menu offerings.

Indiana has no helmet law for motorcycles.  I subscribe to that old saying, "If you don't think you need a helmet, you probably don't."

People here are crazy about jogging.  Rain, shine, 45 degrees, 95 degrees, someone has their running shoes on and are trotting about.  Better them than me.

People in Indy don't know from hockey.  They don't seem to have a team.  I was up wayyyy too late last night watching the Stanley Cup play-offs.  (I still think the Red Wings are going to take the cup.  Again.)

In Which The Blogger Meets A Blogger

On Saturday, I had the opportunity to meet the lovely and gracious Marla.  We met at the local watering hole, The Nickel Plate.  Marla is just as nice and down-to-earth and slyly humorous as she appears on her blog.  We covered a lot of ground in the couple hours we chatted and we ate some great chili queso.  Not that I've met chili queso that I didn't like, but this came with festive red, white, and blue chips with lots of salt, and what's not to like about that?  I must say, though, the Nickel Plate must have left their wineglasses in the dryer too long, because they were more like the size of shot glasses.  They were tiny.  Then again, my wine glasses at home are big because I often get too lazy to go to the fridge for refills.

Anyway.

I was thrilled to meet someone who lives so close to me that I have a lot in common with and have the potential to hang out with and do girly things.

True Confession:  That cute black smock top type shirt I have on?  Well, I was cruising the clearance racks at Old Navy and thought it was tres chic.  It also hides a multitude of sins, like the twenty-plus pounds I've put on since my stop smoking attempt.  Why, dear and gentle readers, does that shirt hide a multitude of sins?

Because it's a maternity shirt. Which I didn't realize until I put it on at home.  I think that's why I look like I have three chins in the picture.

NO, I'M NOT PREGNANT.  Sheesh.

Things I've Noticed About Indy

Actually, we don't live in Indy, per se, we're in Fishers, but same difference.

Steak And Shake is like Heaven On Earth.  They have this Frisco melt, two beef patties on toasted sourdough with Swiss and American cheese and Russian dressing, and oh my.  I could live on these.  I'm pretty sure lard or beef tallow is involved in cooking them but I don't care. They have drinkable sundaes and the turtle one is better than good LSD, fine Bordeaux and a great line of coke, all at once.  They are that good.

People here are nice and very friendly.  Like almost weirdly friendly.  I keep expecting them to whip out the Jehovah's Witness tracts or hand me an Amway tape.

It's diverse.  HALLELUJAH IT'S DIVERSE!  In my little neighborhood, we have an Indian family, an Asian gentleman, a Muslim family and a family from Puerto Rico, and everyone is really nice to each other.  No one has whipped out an Amway tape, either.

My husband works at a company located at the airport.  Gas is cheap in the area but some of his co-workers don't like to stop there because they think it's sketchy.  Martin and I find this hilarious as that area is sketchy like parts of Ypsilanti might be sketchy.  I.e., still not somewhere I'd be afraid to walk alone at night.

People here like to eat, drink and smoke.  All hobbies I am fond of.

I like it here.