Urgence de neige!

I can't emphasize this enough:

INDIANAPOLIS HAS THE WORST SNOW EMERGENCY PLAN IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE.

It's just insane! People here have difficulty coping with precipitation to begin with, but when a couple of inches of snow fall, people become positively paralyzed. Circle City has a very comprehensive snow-removal plan that apparently is a classified document. It is highly touted on the county/city websites, and discusses how primary arteries will be cleared with the utmost urgence, with lesser routes being tidied when time permits. Well, 48 hours post-event, one of this cities most notorious routes, 38th Street is still covered with a packed snow floor for a great length. Road salt here is coated, so it turns the snow an ugly brown where applied--no sign of that. I'm lightly pissed because I had to sit through 20 minutes of SUVs driving inappropriately over two lanes of traffic.

Oh well...

I enjoyed the day, despite it's horrid traffic. It's very pretty out, so I took newspapers out and read along the river. I secretly wanted to purchase a sled and be a fool on the levee, but cooler minds prevailed. Partly because I'm a tad fried still from last night's events. I went out with my dear friend Peron and shook my bootie a tad violently. It was a good time, though. At one point, we sat up on the balcony, and looked down and tried to decide who would suffer from the pain of waking up next to a truly unlovely boy the next morning. We even went so far as to befriend a very cute lesbian, and her not-so cute gayboi chum. Of course, the night isn't complete without drunk dancing queen pouring half of his $.50 draft beer down my sleeve.

In all, a good time was had by all, and we managed to escape before the fluorescent lights came again. That's never a happy moment, even when you are out with someone, so I really try to avoid it whenever possible.

Tonight, or actually last night/this morning, I met yet another internet chum, for dinner , polite conversation and telly. The sad thing about Indianapolis (but it's not terribly surprising) is that all the 24-hour establishments shutter for Christmas Eve. We drove aimlessly through the tundra looking for coffee, but found none. Eventually, we settled on Speedway coffee and came back to watch several episodes of a favourite Brit sitcom, "The Young Ones."

No snogging on the sofa, dammit. *sigh* Would have liked to, in a way just for the physical contact aspect (not the sexual one.) I try to remain conscious of the perceptions that people make when you suggest such things. For a lot of guys, making out is simply a prelude to sex, rather than a close contact activity. For me, making out can just be making out. It's fun--I like to do it, but it doesn't always mean that boinking will occur. Besides, it can be a public activity, where sex really isn't.

Enough of that...for them that subscribe to the Judeo-Christian-capitalist belief system, Happy Christmas!