Here is a photo of a truck that drove down Iowa Avenue one day. I think it's very Iowan, don't you?
Damn, but it's hard to blog on Friday night. Even when I don't go out. Really, all I want to do is, lounge around and stare at stuff. I'm glad I'm not going out, or would be the boringest person at the bar. Which may not be any different than any other night I go out, but I'm usually a little less brain dead on Saturday night.
Speaking of Saturday night...I think I might just go out after all tomorrow. K. wanted me to go to the Mill and see some people we know play music. I told her I was broke, so I.M. told me she'd see if she could get me on the guest list. Then my friend Sara invited me to a party on Iowa Avenue where they are supposedly making pitchers of mojitos and mint juleps. I have a feeling it could be full of artsy grad students, but that would be interesting too.
Okay, kids. That's all I can do tonight. RAWK!