Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Home

Slag and I have just returned from our semi-annual trip to Hoosier-land. Here is some photographic evidence.

It’s a small town. A very small town. The edge of my parent’s yard is the city limit. And this is the road to get to their place, so almost everything in the picture is in the city limits. Though somehow it seems wrong to use the phrase “city limit.”



The trees were just starting to turn, so we didn’t get to see them at their most colorful, but it was still very nice. Here’s the view from the back deck at my parent’s house. It's the most peaceful place I know.




We did a little sight-seeing in the next town over while we were there. An old hotel there has recently been restored to its former grandeur. The building housed a junior college when I was a kid. I remember taking tap and ballet classes there. It was an old musty place then, and we liked to run around in the enormous domed atrium. Until the Astrodome was built in the 1960’s, it was the largest unsupported dome in the world. Now it’s all high-brow, and there are no small children running through it and yelling to hear to their own voices echo. You can read all about its history here, and there are tons of pictures of it here.

I’ll only add the following.

Gorgeous marble tiled floors inside the dome atrium:







Seating area in the ladies room: (Yes, I took a picture of the fancy ladies room. I am a bumpkin.):




Slag on the steps up to the “veranda.” Amazingly, he did not make that stupid face that always makes me want to smack him for this picture.





But he did make it for this one. I didn’t smack him because I already had one good shot and I was feeling kind.




The domed hotel has been restored largely because the owners acquired official permission to build a casino on the property next door to it. Naturally, we had to check the slot machines, just to see if they worked properly. I didn’t know you’re not supposed to take pictures in a casino. So I took this one (I don’t know the guy in the foreground; he walked into my shot uninvited.):



Almost immediately, a kindly old gentleman in a casino uniform appeared at my elbow and informed me that he would take my camera away from me if I took any more pictures. But he did it in such a friendly way that I didn’t give him any attitude or flip him off behind his back or anything. I guess posting the contraband here will be my only little act of rebellion.

P.S. The title of this post is the same as the name of a really creepy X-Files episode, which is what the word “home” always makes me think of, but my hometown isn’t like that. Really


5 Comments:

Blogger Jazz said...

Y'know, whether or not Slag is making a face doesn't really make much difference; he's so far we can't see. ;-p

11:08 AM  
Anonymous joy said...

So glad we got to see you.

10:53 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

I took pictures in Circus Circus once.. upstairs when the twins were playing a shooting game. Would have gotten away with it too but the flash set off ALL the targets. OMG bells and whistles everywhere. I was asked to take my camera out lol. I guess all the guns were laser beamed. I caused quite a scene heheh. Sounds like a restful weekend!! Did the slots play nice nice?

12:05 AM  
Blogger Kara said...

Shooooot, I would totally set up camp in that ladie's room. That furniture is classier than any I've ever or will ever own in my life.

1:13 AM  
Blogger Jill said...

jazz, You could see him in the picture before I shrunk it down, I swear. Plus he's not really into on having his picture on the internet anyway. I figured I could get away with it if he was too small to make out. So far, so good. :)

joy, It was great to see you guys too! I wish I had taken a picture of the place we had breakfast. It was way more interesting than the road to the house. :)

cheesy, The flash is what gave me away too. About 20 minutes after I took my picture, another lady one row of slots over took a picture and the same guy was heading back to us, I guess to confiscate my camera. My step-mother started maving her hands and saying "It wasn't us. It wasn't us." What is it with picture paranoia and casinos? It's just a bunch of games for crying out loud. You'd think they were guarding state secrets or something. The slots weren't too hard on us. Slag and I together only lost about $20 over the afternoon, and I think we got about $20 worth of entertainment.

kara, Same here, though I bet that furniture isn't quite your style either. The sofa didn't look like it had ever been sat upon. I certainly wasn't going to be the first, so I just took my picture and moved along.

P.S. Word verification for this comment was "dowkak." Doesn't that sound like a dish at a Thai restaurant?

7:31 AM  

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