Well allow me to apologize for being so late on this blog. It has been a minute since we last spoke and for that I am a lazy d-bag.
No I’m not…your face is.
Okay, enough smoochy smoochy, let’s get to it.
The reason for the delay has been pure exhaustion. This past three weeks here in Indy have been just a flat blur. I juggled a full-time job, did comedy the week of the SB, went downtown three times, and I had to attend several social gatherings. No regrets. I had an absolute blast for those three weeks and I guess the only thing I would change would be is to take more time off work. You know, to catch my breathe and soak it all in.
However it’s not just me, I can see the exhaustion in everyone’s face around here. Guess it’s safe to say that I’m not the only one juggling.
Well, my experience with everything SB46 was very cool. Like I said, I made it downtown three times and it in that three times I spent a grand total of 7$. Word to your mom. 7 BUCKS! All three times down my boy Scotty Hunt hooked us up on the parking at IUPUI, I took a bottle of water, and I ate before I left the house. IN YOUR FACE BAD ECONOMY! My one transaction came when I bought a 7$ beer at Morris Day and the Time. Awesome show by the way, it took me back to 1985. Which is ironic, after seeing a bunch of classmates I hadn’t seen in years it felt like a high school reunion. Granted, had I not been juggling two jobs I most definitely would not be able to brag about spending 7$. I would have had more time to get silly on the nectar and soak up some more people watching.
Downtown Indianapolis was clean, friendly, accessible, and for the most part, classy. My first impression was that I was extremely impressed. I couldn’t believe we we’re pulling this off. And the weather, forget about it. No one could have imagined that it would be in the fifties all week. My dad would say, “that is amazing, I mean Blaker how’d they do that?” Despite the amenities and the weather, the skeptic inside me was still very much alive. I kept looking for a dude in a wife beater with six teeth selling corn on the cob. And I was so sure that just around the corner of Meridian and Georgia there would be a Tilt-a-Whirl; with the Scorpions, “Rock You Like a Hurricane” blaring in the background. Nope. No elephant ears, no lemon shake-ups. It was nice. I didn’t see one person face down in a pool of their own urine. Thumbs up Indy! There was this “positive vibe”, an overwhelming feeling of civic pride flowing thru the crowds. It was weird seeing people walking around outside with booze in their hands. It had this “Bourbon Street meets State Fair” feel to it. Crews constantly picking up trash and emptying trash cans. And it sounds like people we’re genuinely friendly all the way up to the Friday before the big game. I guess by Friday night people on Georgia Street just flowed with the crowd. My wife, and several other folks told me that there were times when the crowd dictated where you wound up. And naturally by the size of the crowd, and the lack of space, people started to get testy and more vociferous. Apparently there was a feeling that if someone had made the wrong move or got too excited that some people could have been trampled. It sounds like Indy got lucky here.
I mentioned to you earlier that I emceed the week of the SB at Crackers in Broad Ripple. I don’t know if it was the 20$ to park, the price of admission, the traffic, or if it was my shitty jokes. But either way, the crowds that week all sucked. They acted like they all got rejected at the door at the Playboy party and were “settling” on comedy as something to do. Thanks for mutton you ass-clowns. It wasn’t a complete loss though, I made a new friend in Al Jackson. An extremely funny dude and if you ever get the chance to go see him, do so.
All of the positive vibes, civic pride, beautiful weather, and partying, the only thing that could have put a giant red bow on this time would be a Patriots loss. No real Colts fan wanted to see our arch nemesis come into our house and spray champagne all over our locker room. Thankfully we didn’t have to witness that and the evil empire could tuck their collective tails and ooze back to New England. I said it before and I will say it again, what a great way to wrap up an amazing time.
I believe we will get another SB. I believe I will be taking that week off. I believe I will be spending more than 7$ next time around. And I believe that the weather will more like winter than spring. Either way I’m looking forward to it, I’m always up for a good party.
Now get back to work!
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