It was 100 degrees/ as we sat beneath the willow trees

It's really hot here, in Indianapolis. Much hotter than Ottawa. I could actually go swimming, and not freeze my ass off. Radical, I know.

Last night was so much fun. I went swing dancing with Nathan, Jonah, Saralyn (Jonah's girlfriend) and Amy. We went early for the lesson, so they taught us how to do all these fancy moves, like the inside and outside turns, as well as the man turn and the sweetheart. Let me tell you, swing dancing is not that hard. It's hard to get really really good and have it look way awesome and all, but to learn some stuff that looks neat and is fun and then get out on the floor and dance... not too hard at all. When Evan showed up, I managed to teach him some dancing in about 2 minutes (and this is Evan, Mr I do not dance).

Whenever we got tired we went into the diner. See, the place where the dancing is hosted is this old theater place that has been converted to a dance hall with tables and a dance floor in the balcony and some practice room where Nathan and I practiced some really nifty moves, like the pretzel.

After discovering Evan had never seen RENT! we made last-minute plans to bring him back home with us and watch it at 1 in the morning. I fell asleep on his shoulder a couple times, but on the whole, the time was much enjoyed by all.

This evening, after a "fun-filled" afternoon at grandma's residence* my Uncle Stan went out to dinner with all the nieces and nephews to Steak 'n' Shake and then to a movie. I love my Uncle Stan. First of all is the money. Money is the going thing here. Everyone is always trying to give one another money. Often it is put to us, the nieces and nephews, to pass on/accept/not accept the money. It's a little silly. The other thing with Uncle Stan is that everything is always political. For instance, he was driving us to dinner in the van, which is kind of old. We were discussing how it's missing a mirror and the window is totally jank and such, and Uncle Stan said "Wouldn't it be nice to be a republican and be able have something fixed when it breaks?" The right and the left are black and white to him. Always.

We saw Transformers, and before you roll your eyes or otherwise knock it, know it was so much fun. Because it was so funny, and then when it got scary or serious, they'd just mention the name of the robot -- Bumblebee -- and then we'd all laugh.

*we tried playing jenga, since she can't really so scrabble anymore. It went ok, but games are a little beyond her now.