SATURDAY.
The plan was to leave Saturday morning by 10, but we had a tire go flat on Friday night, so we were up early to be at the tire place when they opened so that we could get that fixed... that ended up going well (free = best ever, actually) & we were on our way at 9am, so that was groovy.
The drive was very nice. Lunch was on the way at a Long John Silver's & A&M, where you can eat cheese curds & drink root beer that tastes like it should be dessert.
We checked in at a Red Roof Inn, which was cheap, & the only regret there is that it didn't have a pool (Jamie really likes pools). But we filled our time without a pool...
First off was the wedding, which was in a little church that was absolutely precious. I love little churches, especially with fun woodwork & stained glass.
I loved what they did-- after the wedding, the guests were released for a couple hours to grab dinner before meeting back at the church for the reception. That's cool. So, we had dinner at The Pharmacy, & it was fantastic. I had the Kentucky Mint phosphate & sweet potato fries, Jamie ordered The Cheese Burger. All of it was great. We sat in an upper back corner outside. You must go eat there.
The reception was nice, I talked to strangers & even got onstage & spoke into a microphone with everyone staring at me. Oh, & danced.
SUNDAY.
In addition to The Pharmacy, the bride had listed out five other restaurant options for us to try while in town. One was Pancake Pantry. We figured hey, they probably serve breakfast, so why don't we try it for that... so uh... we drove to it, & drove past it, because the line was huge. Oh my. It must be the greatest pancakes ever. We may never know. We were really getting hungry by this point, so we pulled into the first place we found that served breakfast, which ended up being Jack in the Box. We've recently begun getting those around our hometown, but I personally had never been to one before. The coffee was good (& helped our moods), & spicy chicken on a biscuit is a great idea that tastes as good as it sounds. Meanwhile, I got in touch with a friend of mine I hadn't seen in yeeeaaars because she moved to Nashville, & she came & met us at the restaurant. She highly recommended seeing the Parthenon while we were in town, so we drove over there with her, & Centennial Park is gorgeous. From there, we parted ways & headed to Adventure Science Center, where we planned to explore before heading back toward home. BUT THEN. Mumbling (& then not-so-mumbling) a couple of choice words, I realized that I had left my messenger bag in Jack in the Box. I kept my purse with me the entire trip, since it has my phone & is my wallet. But my messenger bag came in with me anywhere I thought we might be for a little while, as I'd stowed neat things in it-- my tablet, my Nintendo DSi with its case & 7 games, a book, some yarn & a crochet hook, candy, & band-aids. The bag itself is embellished with embroidery & patches. I've made that thing my own & it has served me well. Anyway, it was the first time I'd ever left a bag behind like that. I was quite unhappy with myself. We drove back to the restaurant, & the bag wasn't still at the table, which I'd figured would be the case. So I asked the manager lady behind the counter if they'd picked it up. She asked the guy who would have done the cleaning. He said that he started to pick it up, but the guy said it was his, so he left it there, & that guy took it. He talked like the nice manager lady knew who the guy was. She was a little confused. "Do you know the guy? What is his name? Do you have his number?" He said the name, & her face did a fascinating thing. As it turns out... he was there applying for a job while we were eating our breakfast. SO THEY HAVE AN ENTIRE PAGE OF HIS CONTACT INFORMATION. Brilliant, eh? So she promised me that they'd look into it & keep me updated. So we went back to the Adventure Science Center... which is a fun place. My favorite part was the space stuff. After growing up with The Children's Museum of Indianapolis, every other museum seems so small to me, but we had a grand time. The nice manager lady called me back & said that he'd returned the bag & she'd have it in the safe waiting for our return. When we did return, oh how happy I was to see that bag again. She said that the thief didn't answer the number he'd listed as his primary contact, so she'd called his listed emergency contact number & talked to his mom. OHHHH BURN. My tablet was still there, frozen on one of the start-up screens (good defense mechanism, tablet! I knew you loved me) & with the sticker I'd put on the back pulled off (yarn & candy both tried to take the place of the sticker to cheer me up, but they aren't functional as tablet decor). Everything else was still there too... except my DSi, & its case, games, & charger. Ugh. So, they're still filing a police report & everything, but I'm likely to remain without those things. Also, they are not going to hire that guy. ;-D
Then we drove home! THE END. The moral of the story is... things are just things, & hey, maybe it's better for me to have a few things stolen than for the restaurant to have hired him & him ripping off even more people.
