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Fun in Southern Indiana
Posted August 12, 2003 at 07:10:03 PM by Bean

Thursday, Stef, Welch and I left Indianapolis around 4pm and headed towards the bustling metropolis of Bloomfeild, Indiana.  We arrived at the Rangoon Mansion around 6pm and got the tour.  It was fabulous.  Caleb and m1 showed up shortly thereafter and we popped squats outside.  After a grilled dinner, we started drinking, and that's when the real fun began.

m1 accepted yet another food challenge and ate a live mosquito for $2.  He put the bug in his  mouth, laid it on his tongue, gulped, and hapily reaped the rewards.  Then, Caleb showed us his stuff... Stef was not impressed.  We then played a few hands of K(C)had Drinks (pronounced kuh-chuh-haaaad drinks).  The girls then decided to hop in the sack together.  From what I hear, naked pillow fights followed.  When bed time finally came, Caleb put on his jammies and headed off to bed.

The next morning, Rangoon made us lots of bacon.  We all devoured it and then headed to Holiday World for the day.  We picked up little Rangoon on the way.  No pics from the park, since I didn't want to carry around the camera.  It was extremely inexpensive, since our tickets were free and pop and sun block was free.  A great time was had by all, and we got to ride the Zinga (best, water ride, ever).

After Holiday World, we met Racheal's parents, sister-in-law, and Flamian for dinner at the Millhouse in Jasper.  The food was pretty good, but it was the absolute worst service I have ever recieved at any resturaunt.  Rangoon took this picture.  My drink was as big as sleepy m1.

We left the Millhouse and went to the Holiday Inn to see Rusty Bladen and the Shakin' Jakes.  Rangoon and little Rangoon posed for a picture to show just how similar they are.  We drank some beers and m1 got funky(1)(2)(3).   When Rusty came on, we resisted the urge to get up and dance at first.  But when Racheal busted out with some ghetto-butt-shakin-moves, we all decided to join her on the dance floor.  In the end, Rachael's dad won a free Tshirt and we all made it home safely.  A bountiful breakfast of biscuits and gravy woke us up the next morning.  They were pretty darn good, though not quite up to par with my own mom's recipe.  Stef and I were mad that we had to leave.

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