Sports Bar or Sports Car

Saturday I was in/around the Cedar Lake, Indiana area for scattering of my Uncle John's ashes. He passed in January after a terrible, short cancer battle and none of us has really recovered even remotely from it. So our whole family trekked onto a lovely pontoon boat to say our final goodbyes. We drank whiskey, my uncle's favorite.  

And yes. Even me who doesn't drink whiskey, drank it. Because Uncle John.

Then we went out for dinner to a place in St. John, Indiana. 

 

On our way there, my dad missed the driveway, so he turned into the driveway past it, and then cruised through the grass into the parking lot. This was a big ass swathe of grass too. And he busted through it like a bad ass. In a Dodge Caravan. Yessss. Naturally, I ate nachos. 

 

Standard nachos with a cheese sauce and no shredded cheese. Very Americanized nacho. Solid. OBVS I ate them all. 

 

I was sitting closest to my brother, so I only took photos of his food. He had a blue cheese burger and waffle fries. YUM. 

On a side note, my brother Reef glitterbombed my bedroom. It was GLORIOUS. Even though I saw on top of the fan and knew what was to come, it was FANTASTIC. SO GOOD. So much glitter in my suitcase. In my sheets. On the carpet. I didn't even vacuum it up. I just let it get traipsed everywhere. And get all over me. HAHA. It will be the gift that keeps on giving for awhile. Ha! GLITTER. 

Additionally, MANGO BEER SOUNDS GOOD REEF. I AM NOT A BEER SNOB. Ha!