It’s that time again. The State Of The Union drinking game. ~

It’s our new trademark, S and I: We seem to find ourselves in weird places doing off-kilter activities and loving every minute of it. With someone who is willing to look past the irony and obvious kitschy overtones things like flea markets and over-the-top bowling alleys can be as wonderful as any place you can think of. And those are just two places in which we found ourselves laughing and goofing off on this meeting in Kentucky.
It also makes me realize that finding all those dangerously hip flea markets for my favorite TV show is probably a really hellacious full time job, and isn’t as easy as pointing the car at the nearest 60 foot sign emblazened with the words “MOST AWESOME FLEA MARKET EVER. SERIOUSLY. TURN RIGHT YOKEL.” The one we visited had a vibe reminiscent of a dollar store throwing up into an airplane hangar, but with puppy adoption thrown in for good measure. (I suppose some of the more enterprising locals see this as the sale of both companionship *and* livestock; imagine the space savings!) It also helped us to understand that, given enough time, anything can be made camouflage and/or orange.
Louisville itself however, weighing in at approximate Raleigh/Durham size, is not altogether bad. Just off Muhammad Ali Blvd. is Fourth Street Live, a sort of outdoor atrium built under the canopy of some of the taller buildings in downtown. With lots of shopping and food, including a British pub and the aforementioned over the top bowling alley, there’s something for every sort of bored out of towner.
In other (but related) news I am a bad bowler, and slightly competitive. ~