Day Tripper

Let me start by saying I really do enjoy driving.  Normally, it's very calming and I enjoy the time to think about anything and everything that comes to mind, that is if I'm not rocking out to the radio (or to that one old mix tape of 90's alternative rock music that I just can't see to get rid of).  However, it's seems like that is all I did this weekend, which wouldn't have been such a bad thing if it hadn't taken away from some other things that I had going on. 

Several weeks ago, I won some tickets through work to the Indianapolis Colts game this past Sunday (actually, I won the opportunity to purchase them, but I still won something for once!) versus the Houston Texans.  That's all that I originally had planned.  I was also going to ride the bus that work was providing up to Indianapolis just and meet my brother (that's who I was bringing with me) there.  However, probably about 10 days ago, I was invited by a female friend to go to another female friend's wedding, also in Indianapolis.  I was friends with the bride back in college, but we were never close and hadn't talked much the past few years, so I was not expecting my own invite.  I was hesitant to go, at first, but that is because of a much longer story, which would require a novel's worth of writing and it's own post (or series of postings).  In short, the girl who invited me is good friends with a girl I've had feelings for for a very long time.  Unfortunately, said girl has on numerous occasions told me that she's not interested.  I've come to terms with that fact, and try to pretend that I don't feel anything for her, other than as a friend.  Unfortunately, this would be easier if she didn't sometimes seem like she actually was interested.  It can be very confusing and I find her very hard to read at times, which is weird because other than being able to read how she feels about me, I know her very well.  

Anyways, I'm rambling....that should give you a small insight into what this girl (the one I have had feelings for, not the friend who invited me to the wedding) can do to me.  Continuing on with my weekend story, I decide to go to the wedding because I was going to be in Indy anyways and because I am friends with the bride and all the bridesmaids (feelings girl, invite girl, plus another girl who is probably my closest platonic female friend - she's basically like a sister), so I know I will have some fun, which I do. 

Unfortunately, about 3 minutes before the new couple said "I do", I realize I left the Colts tickets sitting on my kitchen table back in my apartment in Evansville.  Let me remind you that the Colts game was the original reason I was going to be in Indy in the first place.  In the hussle and bussle of packing for an extra day and night in Indy (and making sure I had a nice outfit for the wedding) I had forgotten to grab the tickets on my way out of my apartment.  Needless to say, I was a little ticked off at myself.  This not only means that I will be driving the 6 hours from Indy to Evansville and back sometime in the next 15 hours before game time (and hopefully squeezing in a few hours of sleep somewhere in there), but also that I will be missing out the second half of the reception (when the real fun happens!), that I can't have more than a drink or two at the reception (which really isn't that big of a deal, but it was free beer and free wine), and that I will miss time hanging out with my friends (bride, platonic girl, invite girl, and feelings girl).  You would think the driving part would have been the biggest letdown, but like I mentioned at the beginning, I like driving and road trips.  No, this was the biggest letdown.  I don't get to see these girls that much anymore ever since I moved to Evansville for my job, and I especially don't get to party with them anymore.  I was really looking forward to that.  Oh well, it's my own fault for forgetting the tickets.

So, I left the reception around 9:30 PM central time.  I got to Evansville around 12:30, and was relieved (but still pissed) to see the tickets were still on the kitchen table and I hadn't misplaced them.  It was well after 1 AM by the time I had wound down from the road enough to go to bed.  I was to meet my brother in Terre Haute (saving me an hour of driving in the morning) at 9 AM central time, and then take just one car to Indy for the 1 PM eastern time (12 noon central time - stupid time difference) start of the game (a change in original plans, but a slight improvement in the end).  The game was a blast and the Colts won 20-17 in a closer, exciting game, so in the end that part was worth it.  

Overall, I drove over 500 miles in a 24 hour time period, but it was worth it because I got to see a friend get married, got to hang out with 4 of my best female friends, got to spend some time with "feelings girl" (as I've been calling her - she's also one of the 4 female friends in case I lost you somewhere), and got to spend some time with my brother while watching the Colts, his favorite team (I'm a Bears fan first; Colts fan second).  Definitely a fun weekend, but also a very tiring weekend :)