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I went to visit my boyfriend, Drew, in Indiana. On December 31 (Friday) I flew in and smothered him and his orange PolarFleece jacket in kisses. We went to Chili's for dinner and smiled at each other a lot and kissed over the table. Drew asked me if I thought he would look good with a mullet and "friendly mutton chops" (though that's not what he called them), after we saw a jolly, rather portly gentleman sporting such facial hair. After that, we went to his house and I gave his parents a present as thanks for their hospitality (a Cabernet-scented candle, since I'm not old enough to buy real wine.) Then we went downstairs and watched TV until the ball dropped in Times Square: Indiana is on EST this half the year and CST the other half, thanks to funky Daylight Savings' habits. And then we watched Conan's the Central Time Zone New Years' Show. We kissed at both midnights.

Saturday (New Years' Day) we went ice skating for an hour or so; I was a lot better than I had remembered. I didn't fall down at all. After that we ran some errands: Best Buy to get a new battery for his remote carlock (whatever it's called), Borders to buy a DVD, the mall to get his snake (!!) a mouse to eat (!!!). We returned to his house, fed the snake (which was fairly uncomfortable to watch), saw Elf and LOTR: Return of the King, but it was the extended version (yes, that means four hours instead of just three) and I fell asleep in parts, but I don't think Drew minded. I swear, it was the ice skating and the Zyrtec.

Sunday we went to church in the morning and ate with the family (something Italian that I can't remember the name of), then ice skating again and watched Shrek 2 and I, Robot.

At some point during all of this, we also watched The Manchurian Candidate, which was a lot different than I thought it was going to be, and Wicker Park, which was less haunting and more annoying than I expected it to be. Perhaps we did that Monday, though for some reason, that doesn't seem right.

I left Tuesday evening (after eating Steak n Shake with my Drew and kissing him goodbye at the airport) on a similarly tiny plane (that was close to 40 minutes late; it was raining and cold outside), and sat next to a girl that often covered her ears with her hands and gritted her teeth. Her fiancé (who didn't want to sit next to her so that I could have the solo seat on the other side of the row) patted her sometimes. They complained that they were close to missing their connecting flight. At the end of the flight, I noticed that my bag was soaked because of a leak somewhere in the body of the plane, which had let moisture in; all I could do was sigh, take my digital camera out, and make a note of it to the flight attendant. It was raining pretty hard when we got off the plane, which was too small to dock up to those bridges to the terminal, so we had to walk on the ground (in the rain and puddles) to a door, up some stairs, and then we were in the terminal. My family went to dinner at Outback and I had lobster tails. Mmm.

In all, I had a very pleasant visit.