Indiana

where do i even begin on this one... so many adventures packed into 3 short years... lets see... my first year in indiana was the typical freshman year of college... too many frat parties, not enough studying... that sort of thing... that year, for cinco de mayo i got another tattoo... Jose... everyone (well, all my friends, anyway) knew that i was excited about the cinco de mayo celebration, and had been planning it with some of the gals on my floor for a long time... so May 5th rolls around, and i get this odd present in my mailbox... it was pieces of scrap metal (from the machine shop) stuck together and a note that said "happy cinco de mayo! hope you enjoy this catch di banditos game! from poco hoto and the tiajuana mexican toy works" no one ever owned up to sending it to me... so i still have no clue who it was really from... that year was also when i first saw French Lick... what a beautiful place... Chris took me there for a Pike Banquet... when we passed by the West Baden Springs Hotel, i totally fell in love (with the hotel)... and even now i think it is one of the most majestic places i have seen... *swoon*

my second year in indiana was quite adventurous as well... that's when chris and I started dating... i won't get into the mushy stuff, but we had a lot of fun... a few highlights: we went to a comedy club (my first time going), danced on the roof of the Hulman Student Union, and i met his family (and boy was it a lot of family)... that year, my roomie and i gave chris crap about building us a ladder so we could easily get onto our deck... i had nearly given up (7 or 8 months is a long time to wait for a ladder) when he came through... too bad there was only a month or so left in the school year to use it... that was okay, we'd had months of entertainment giving him a hard time about it...

my last year at rose was one of my favorites... living in a house with 20 other girls may not sound like your idea of fun, but i had a blast... late nights watching sue johanson, CSI night, craft time, and chug-a-jug runs were just a few of the weekly occurances... not so regular (and for good reason) was the trip to the Clinton Bowling Alley... on that excursion, i learned that a bowling alley isn't always just for bowling, that old men love the attention of sorority girls, and i should not be allowed near a microphone after i've been drinking... oh but what fun i had... i miss that... chris and i had fun that year too... for my birthday, he took me to a B&B in bloomington... he kept it a surprise from me, and surprised i was... that's where he gave me a lavalier (his fraternity letters)... and even now that i'm out of school i still wear them... to most ppl they don't mean anything, all they see are some greek letters on a chain... but i know what they mean to me...

so there... that's only a fraction of my adventures in indiana... and yet somehow, i have a feeling there will be more adventures there to come...