Shortly I will be departing Indiana for sunnier territory. Here are a few pointers on how to pack in order to have that trip you’ve always wanted.
1) GPS: If you’re driving like I will be, bring that beloved device that will rarely turn you wrong, and knows the politest way to say, “You’re going the wrong way, stupid.”
2) Map: Because I don’t want a robot apocalypse any more than the next guy. When they turn, I want to still be self-sufficient.
3) Snacks: Teddy Grahams. Fruit By The Foot. Dunkeroos. They got us through the 90s, they’ll get us through a 12 hour car ride.
4) Playlists: No one enjoys riding through mountains, trying to find the stations that all seem to have disappeared, while simultaneously avoiding careening off the road. Plug in that playlist. Enjoy.
5) Fedora: It’s time to hit the town in style. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. (And remember, these people will never see you again.)
6) Flip-flops: it’s time to let those feet breathe!
7) Camera: Always make sure you’re prepared for a The Hangover situation. You won’t want to get through the stolen babies and tigers without some way of memorializing the experience.
8) Sunscreen: Derp.
9) Aloe Vera: Cause let’s get real, who remembers to reapply sunscreen every two hours? Aspiring dermatologists, maybe. For the others, this is sure to mollify the pain.
Sky Zone! Where dreams come to soar, where the inner Spiderman is drawn out of all of us, and where people go to jump, induce nausea, and injure themselves trying that new daring trick that would have made them look so fly (pun mildly intended).
It was a free trip to one of the coolest places in Indianapolis. After an excitement filled bus ride during which my friends and I formed one of the world’s greatest dodge ball teams (Carmel Cavaliers HOOOOO!!!!) and getting lost around Fishers, we arrived. At this point we learned that we would be jumping without shoes OR socks (ewwww, some said) I forged ahead undaunted! I quickly learned that I wasn’t very good at dodge ball, was the world champion of trampoline long jump, and that there is little more disgusting than going to a public bathroom without footwear.
The night ended with free pizza and drinks. It’s important to rehydrate after all of that jumping (that’s why I had three cups of Dr. Pepper). I also got a free sweat band, which at this point may be more sweat than band. If you’re looking for a fun way to burn some calories and work on your trampoline dunking (that’s right, I did an alley-oop on a ten foot rim) then check out Sky Zone!
Adventure Time. I’ve heard all about it. I just don’t understand it. I see it in passing and imagine it to be some kids show. It’s on Cartoon Network! Then I hear college-age students tell me, “Of course I watch it.” As if to miss it would be a travesty.
Finally I sat myself down and watched it. It’s still weird…but…I find it to be entertaining nonetheless. It’s difficult to explain what the show is, or how it manages to entertain. The main characters live in a fantastical land with magic, monsters, and non-sequitors that leave you splitting your sides while asking “what is happening?” Like any buddy cop movie has taught us, the relationship between two main characters can really make a show. Jake and Finn take care of that in this show.
My final thoughts: I kind of recommend this series highly.
For more advice on shows to maybe watch, check out what the other bloggers are suggesting!!
So maybe we could have planned better. At this point, pointing fingers won’t help anyone. And at the very least, it was a good life lesson. But needless to say, the concrete floor of Florence’s streets aren’t ideal for sleeping. I believed I mentioned it in an earlier post, my friend and I went to Florence to play Ultimate Frisbee.
“Why?” You might ask.
I can hardly restrain my excitement
“Why not?” I would incredulously respond. So what if it was a Tuesday, and I had class the next day at 9. It was time to seize life by the throat.
Well, come 1 PM that night, we came to the decision that a hostel for 20 euro wasn’t worth the four hours we would be sleeping before our 5:50 AM train that morning. At this time we also learned that the train station was not familiar with the phrase “24/7.” Yet none of this matters a lick, because the minute we reached that train after 4 or so hours of restless sleep, our lights were out, big smiles plastered on our faces.
It’s also important to mention that for a Midwesterner like me, who is quite unfamiliar with trains always performs the same routine upon arrival at a train station. First, I search for Platform 9 3/4. Then, I quietly become giddy as I sit into my sit, realizing that I’m playing out the story of Harry Potter.
We were all a bit too excited for the train