Bloomington Through the Minimalist Lense

It takes at least two full weeks before it is safe to legally blog about the Holman family's annual kidless trek to Bloomington.

This year is no different.

The amnesty period is needed so we can return replace the mattresses we launched from the hotel room, the couches set ablaze and the pure devastation that follows our assemblage in B-Town.  Not since a Henry Lee Summer concert at the Clay County Fairgrounds in 1989 has a town seen such repeat destruction like that which occurs in Bloomington each and every June.

Unfortunately for the viewing patrons of Poogieville, pictures from me during these visits are a difficult task.

There are multiple reasons for this:

1.  A near constant state of alcohol-induced euphoria.

2.  The blazing HOT Indiana sun.

3.  Lack of sleep.

4.  A stomach consisting of eight parts PBR, one part breaded pork tenderloin and one part Trojan Horse/Pizza Express medley.

Picture-taking becomes a chore.

Therefore, this year I distilled the weekend plus a day into five simple pictures.

(Yes, this is Seymour, Indiana - Seymour is not Bloomington, but that's where this randomness begins)

(This is the fireplace in the South Lounge of the IMU.  It was 93 degrees outside in Bloomington on Friday and -- true to tradition -- the South Lounge fireplace was still on.)

(This is Bill.  I have collected numerous Bloomington vignettes of him.  Last year, he drank Irish Lion gravy through a straw.  This year, no gravy.  Just a ridiculous pool shot at the Video Saloon [not pictured] and drunken revelry concerning the coolness of Miller Lite's latest beer gimmick -- the metallic pint can.)

(On Sunday, Erica and I drove back to Terre Haute to pick up the kids.  This is what Terre Haute looks like when you are stuck at a train that is no longer moving.  It happens quite a bit in TH.)

(This is Joey and Mommy at Noodles and Company on the way home from the weekend.)

Driving six hours on spicy Thai food and the beer s@#$ is a great way to end a long weekend in Bloomington!

Next year, we'll do it all over again.

All for the glory of old IU!