Arrive at 1600 at the Ramada Inn South and unpack.
Moonbeam and Lars arrive at 1900.
Call from Hawk and Rasputin and Ulrik. They were put in another room and have been in town since night prior. Steven is with them. Quimby and Leopold and Quintus arrive.
We head out to El Ranchero and have some Mexican Food. The waitress does not like us.
We head across the parking lot to John Wayne's, a bar. We're kicked out because they don't accept "Out-of-State ID". By out of state, they meant foreign. Passports aren't good enough for them.
Bowling Time. Over to the Southern Lanes, where we get in an hour of bowling before we're kicked out to make room for a post-graduation party. Quintus has soundly beaten everyone at bowling.
Back to the Ramada Inn, heading down to the bar to listen to some local band, The Stepchildren. Drink a little, watch security throw out some forty-year old lesbian, play pool and darts.
Bar closes, we're kicked out, back to the room to play Lunch Money and chat until the wee hours of the morning. (0800 or so)
Wake up at 1400, round up the gang minus Quimby and Quintus, over to Eat at Joe's for dinner/lunch.
Off to see Gladiator at the something or other sixteen. Cineplex, multiplex, whatever.
Back to the hotel, I take the rest of my pictures.
Quimby arrives, we discover the conference room across the way, play some more lunch money.
Ulrik and Rasputin and Hawk skip town around 0100.
Hunger sets in, we walk across the parking lot to the Sunshine Cafe, and I am introduced to "The Legend", a paltry 2/3rd pound cheeseburger, which is pretty good.
Moonbeam and Lars leave as well.
Hey, where are my car keys? Back to the Sunshine Cafe. Steven buys some wierd resin Dragon on a Motorcycle thing.
Back to the hotel, casino time. Quimby, Leopold, Steven and myself start out with Eucher, then switch to poker, then against all odds we discover I'm a bad-ass Blackjack dealer. Well 90% badass, and 10% wuss near the end where they broke the bank.
Sunday, 0600, party over, we head our seperate ways.
I end up leaving my gaming case behind in Indy, but luckily the kind-hearted housekeeping manager at the Ramada finds it in the room and Moonbeam ships it back to me. My Oakley M-Frames never make it back.
While this trip didn't have the constant threat of imminent drug-dealer induced death that the last one did, and Hadrian was not present, it is written off as a success.
