The weekend started with the Indy 1500 gun and knife show. There are no pictures allowed there, so you'll just get non-show photos today (and bonus points for anyone that recognizes this little piece), but it was a great time. Tam and Shooty Buddy were spotted early, later followed byMidwest Chick and Mr. B. and friends Mr. K and his wife T. Partner in Grime and I arrived later, as he was arriving in from a distance.
The show was good, a fair sized crowd, lots of displays. Not as many historical items as we've seen up at the Amish Gun Show, but some very nice and unique pieces of history indeed. The whole show has a little bit of everything, and lots of it.
Plus things you don't always see at gun show while you make your purchases.
There was also a lot of survival and some camping gear including a display that had, what I can only describe as a small meshed tent the exact length and width of a sleeping bag, hoisted up in the air by straps at each end to simulate being hung in the tree.
I probably got folks attention when I exclaimed "Look! A BEAR PINATA!
There were new gun and old guns, old and young attendees. It was definitely worth staying in Indy at the crash pad during a weekend off. Everyone had a good time, though I purchased very little, my budget geared more to helping family right now than buying additional supplies other than ammo.
There was some serious meat eating going on. Tango Yankee Fogo De Chao!
Til someone threw cold water on it.
Namely, the crash pad hot water heater went out late Saturday night. Tepid showers for just one person last night, then nothing but COLD! for anyone after that. I deferred.
No morning hot showers either, the unit not magically fixing itself during the night. Quick! Distract everyone with homemade croissants, made Friday, the unrisen dough frozen for emergencies. Add fruit and yogurt. Call it brunch! Call the repair guy!
Fortunately Partner in Grime was willing to hang out with me.
OK, what to do til that doorbell rings.
No, maybe we can build something in the garage.
No, never mind, damn homeowners association rules. .
What's that? The Auto Bark system! Repair Guy to the Rescue!
Some diagnostics and a new thermostat later, the hot water was heating up. It was too late for the Blog Meet, but not too late to take Barkley out for some exercise.
Oh no, we were speeding, Barkley and I were busted. Two feet from our own driveway no less.
Still, there is time for Sunday dinner. It's not the same as the Broad Ripple Brew Pub and friends, but it will still be good, even shared with just the HOTR crew.
We'll start with fresh baked biscuits.
The chicken, easy as can be - panko bread crumbs, ground pecans, fresh parmasan, basil, a dash of cayenne, salt and pepper. (I'll put the exact amounts in the comments if anyone wants it).
We already got the whole dessert thing covered. Leftovers were packed up to go home with guests, and Barkley and I waved goodbye to what was a wonderful weekend.