Indianapolis

Traveling can be a lot of fun.

Phyllis and I traveling together is always kind of amusing.

Things always work out for us. We have rough ideas of where we're going, even in cities we don't know well, and we always get there.

Yesterday, we traveled about 7.5 hours to get to Indianapolis. We got into town and ran into road construction. Badly marked road construction, actually. We missed a turn, kept looking for additional detour signs, and ended up down by the Speedway.

That in itself is fun. I can now say I've seen the Speedway. Of course, it was really dark, and we could hardly see it, but I have now been there. oooooooo.

We then found our way back up to the northern part of Indy, where our hotel is, and then got off the freeway a couple exits to early. We followed the instructions, and then threw them out because they weren't helping us. We then started driving. And we drove. Then Phyllis decided to ask for directions. So we turned around, found a gas station, and asked. We found out that if we had just continued on 86th St another mile, we would have been at our hotel. We laughed about it.

We also laughed because we know our former co-workers would all have been driven absolutely insane by the 'oh-i-think-it's-thataway' attitude that we have about traveling.

All in all, it was a good day of traveling.

Unfortunately, Phyllis got really sick last night and spent almost all day sleeping in between bouts of illness. I hope she's feeling better tomorrow when our conference really begins.