More adventure

Last night my two roommates and I headed out to the west side of town to meet up with some boys to play pool. Roommate #1 had met the boys at work. Roommate #2 and I were not impressed. We were in a sketchy bowling alley with sketchy boys in a sketchy billards room. Not ideal for a Thursday night's entertainment. At one point, one of the boys called for "a blade" and the other tossed a sheathed knife through the air to him across the room. As if that weren't bad enough, they at some point decided the Latino men at the pool table in the corner were a threat to "their" women. Good grief! The racial slurs were flying, despite our protests, and it looked like there might be some kind of throwdown - so we walked out. No goodbyes, no apologies. I'm not going to hang out with folks who call Latino men "spics" and "hambres." (By the way, hambre means hungry). Welcome to West Washington Street.

Tonight was much better. We drove out to Fountain Square for a free outdoor film. They showed E.T., which I hadn't seen since childhood, and tons of families were camped out for the evening in this neat neighborhood's empty parking lot. There were even television cameras there to capture the festivities. We had a blast, it was free, and there were no threats of violence. Now that's my kind of evening.