![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mellymellI slept 15 hours yesterday, and a good solid 8 last night, yet I'm still tired and could sleep another 15 today. Something about making a 7 hour drive home (or more so ride, Chris drove the whole way) while hungover sucks the life out of you.
The wedding was beautiful, very simple but got the point across. Chris[tina] was gorgeous. Matt looked fantastic. They both looked very elated. Congrats to them, and many happy years to come!
We hit Liquor Barn on the way up (in Louisville) as well as an ok Thai restaurant for dinner (again, in Louisville). After the wedding, while waiting for Matt and Chris[tina] to get finished with wedding stuff and back to the hotel, we hit up Kahn's in Indy (the one we've never been to, the larger one in Carmel). So, $250 and 3 cases of beer later (between the two stores) we decided we should stop. :] We hit up the homebrew store in Broad Ripple to pick up some bottles and grabbed a couple of half pint glasses (the plastic cups in the hotel smelled funny and I didn't want to drink beer out of them the night before). Then before doing any more damage to the bank account, headed back to the hotel room. Ok so, no, we stopped at a whole foods grocery store called Sunflower grocery in Broad Ripple (in the same shopping center with a tea/herb shop, an Indian restaurant and a Thai restaurant) and got some goat cheese (the rind was treated with red wine, it was called drunken goat) and some aged Irish cheddar. They had some awesome looking brie there as well (the rind was crusted in cracked peppercorns).
Of course, the one time I don't take something to keep me busy on a trip is the one time we have a few hours to kill in the hotel room. So, what did we do? Why, we broke into the beer stash of course! We were in an extended stay, so we had a little kitchenette thingy (and more importantly, a fridge). I'll have to do a separate post about beer reviews, I think. I hope I can remember what all we drank and what it tasted like. Bullard, James and Tod freakin' bought a nearby liquor store out of Dogfish Head's World Wide Stout (their imperial stout) and drank almost all of them the night before! GRRR! That was a sore spot for the rest of the weekend. Especially to find out later those were the 2003 edition. And they just chugged them like any other beer! Matt was really pissed, since he was planning to go there later and buy some of them. And since he was the one who told them about the store.
We sat around splitting beers out of our stash until Matt called, then we went up to their room and had a couple more beers, then we went to yet another freakin' beer store, called the Hop Shop (just a 6 pack of singles this time, we were good, heh), then to the brewpub in Broad Ripple for a light bite to eat and a beer or two. We pretty much closed down the bar and headed back to the hotel for another beer (or two). This one a 20% ABV beer from Dogfish Head Brewery called Fort. It's brewed with over a ton of raspberries. I have to say, contrary to all the awesome reviews on it, I wasn't terribly impressed. It just tasted like raspberries. Not a lambic, not cough syrup-like, just raspberries. Maybe we should have hung onto it for a few years. It was a $20 bottle of beer though, so we thought we'd share it on this special occasion. I couldn't even finish my glass of it and felt really bad for wasting it. The beer we drank right before that was this really dry, hoppy stout, very strange, but complex flavor (from Three Floyds). And the super dry finish on it pulled all of the moisture out of my body (I had tried hard to keep drinking water all night, and continued to drink lots of water even later, but I couldn't compete with that beer).
So then, the next morning, we drove home hungover. Seven hours. Hungover. UGH!
We had gotten a call Saturday afternoon from Ian who was going to come out and check on the cat while we were gone (and grab a CD he needed) but he wasn't able to get there because they had shut down the roads over the mountains (seemed like overkill from the way mentioned it, more Alabama paranoia and not knowing how to deal with winter weather). Something about the low was in the 20s or something. Meanwhile, in Indy, the HIGH was 15! Thank god we splurged on those wool coats before heading up! By the time we got back to Alabama and got out in the mid-30 degree weather, we were stripping down to light jackets. It's not hard to deal with after you've been in weather where when you walk from the car to the front door of Fry's Electronics, your hair freezes into icicles (it was wet from the shower still, no lie, it was frozen by the time I got into the store). Or every time you walk out from inside, you cough a little because of the cold air hitting your lungs like a ton of bricks. Nah, 30-40 degree weather is EASY now! It's good training for Colorado, I guess.
The wedding was beautiful, very simple but got the point across. Chris[tina] was gorgeous. Matt looked fantastic. They both looked very elated. Congrats to them, and many happy years to come!
We hit Liquor Barn on the way up (in Louisville) as well as an ok Thai restaurant for dinner (again, in Louisville). After the wedding, while waiting for Matt and Chris[tina] to get finished with wedding stuff and back to the hotel, we hit up Kahn's in Indy (the one we've never been to, the larger one in Carmel). So, $250 and 3 cases of beer later (between the two stores) we decided we should stop. :] We hit up the homebrew store in Broad Ripple to pick up some bottles and grabbed a couple of half pint glasses (the plastic cups in the hotel smelled funny and I didn't want to drink beer out of them the night before). Then before doing any more damage to the bank account, headed back to the hotel room. Ok so, no, we stopped at a whole foods grocery store called Sunflower grocery in Broad Ripple (in the same shopping center with a tea/herb shop, an Indian restaurant and a Thai restaurant) and got some goat cheese (the rind was treated with red wine, it was called drunken goat) and some aged Irish cheddar. They had some awesome looking brie there as well (the rind was crusted in cracked peppercorns).
Of course, the one time I don't take something to keep me busy on a trip is the one time we have a few hours to kill in the hotel room. So, what did we do? Why, we broke into the beer stash of course! We were in an extended stay, so we had a little kitchenette thingy (and more importantly, a fridge). I'll have to do a separate post about beer reviews, I think. I hope I can remember what all we drank and what it tasted like. Bullard, James and Tod freakin' bought a nearby liquor store out of Dogfish Head's World Wide Stout (their imperial stout) and drank almost all of them the night before! GRRR! That was a sore spot for the rest of the weekend. Especially to find out later those were the 2003 edition. And they just chugged them like any other beer! Matt was really pissed, since he was planning to go there later and buy some of them. And since he was the one who told them about the store.
We sat around splitting beers out of our stash until Matt called, then we went up to their room and had a couple more beers, then we went to yet another freakin' beer store, called the Hop Shop (just a 6 pack of singles this time, we were good, heh), then to the brewpub in Broad Ripple for a light bite to eat and a beer or two. We pretty much closed down the bar and headed back to the hotel for another beer (or two). This one a 20% ABV beer from Dogfish Head Brewery called Fort. It's brewed with over a ton of raspberries. I have to say, contrary to all the awesome reviews on it, I wasn't terribly impressed. It just tasted like raspberries. Not a lambic, not cough syrup-like, just raspberries. Maybe we should have hung onto it for a few years. It was a $20 bottle of beer though, so we thought we'd share it on this special occasion. I couldn't even finish my glass of it and felt really bad for wasting it. The beer we drank right before that was this really dry, hoppy stout, very strange, but complex flavor (from Three Floyds). And the super dry finish on it pulled all of the moisture out of my body (I had tried hard to keep drinking water all night, and continued to drink lots of water even later, but I couldn't compete with that beer).
So then, the next morning, we drove home hungover. Seven hours. Hungover. UGH!
We had gotten a call Saturday afternoon from Ian who was going to come out and check on the cat while we were gone (and grab a CD he needed) but he wasn't able to get there because they had shut down the roads over the mountains (seemed like overkill from the way mentioned it, more Alabama paranoia and not knowing how to deal with winter weather). Something about the low was in the 20s or something. Meanwhile, in Indy, the HIGH was 15! Thank god we splurged on those wool coats before heading up! By the time we got back to Alabama and got out in the mid-30 degree weather, we were stripping down to light jackets. It's not hard to deal with after you've been in weather where when you walk from the car to the front door of Fry's Electronics, your hair freezes into icicles (it was wet from the shower still, no lie, it was frozen by the time I got into the store). Or every time you walk out from inside, you cough a little because of the cold air hitting your lungs like a ton of bricks. Nah, 30-40 degree weather is EASY now! It's good training for Colorado, I guess.
