A Wholesome Family Weekend

I was in Indiana last weekend to visit my mother and sister, and got overloaded with "wholesome" family activities.  Fortunately, we were able to squeeze in some physique-watching.

Saturday:

We arrived in Indiana at 5:00 pm, picked up my sister and brother-in-law, and drove to Edinburgh, in the south.

Edinburgh is known for the Exit 76 Antique Mall, a gigantic warehouse with over 900 dealer booths -- but not much of interest.  I bought two books and an old coca-cola sign.











 Not many attractive men in the mall itself,but the guy at the checkout had a stunningly handsome face.  I was the first person that day to identify his Popeye t-shirt.

After visiting the cemetery to see my father's grave, we had dinner at the Cracker Barrel, a fundamentalist restaurant that fetishizes the "good old days."  While you're waiting for your table, you browse in a store of fundamentalists bric-a-brac, like cds of gospel music and t-shirts saying "I'm going to heaven."  This tall stringbean with brillo hair was chatting up a girl in a secluded corner by the angel costumes.

Our waiter was another tall stringbean with brillo hair -- the boss must have a thing for them.

On to the Quality Inn, a 2-star motel where scary-looking guys smoke cigarettes in the parking lot.  It's on Lover's Lane, next to some other 2-star motels to cater to the hoardes of people who visit small-town Indiana.

Sunday

Breakfast at the Waffle House, where our waiter's name was Buttercup.

Next stop: gas station, where the cute Caleb was on duty.

I had to snap this guy getting gas.  Not much to look at, but he was herding a wife and five kids, all under five years old.  His penis has been very busy.














Next we visited my elderly, conservative, Trump-loving, gun control-hating mother, who insisted that we go to church with her -- Nazarene church, ugh!  About 10 people in the congregation, all over 100.

Then we met up with my sister and brother-in-law again for lunch -- apparently Nazarenes have loosened their restrictions on eating out on Sunday.  Ann's Restaurant, a staple since 1952.

This studly blond wasn't our waiter, but I managed to get a shot of him.

A nuclear family: husband, wife, two young kids.  The husband looks like he could be the waiter's cousin.

On Sunday afternoon my sister and brother-in-law took us to the Johnson County Fair.  Apparently the Nazarenes have loosened their restrictions on going to "fairs, festivals, circuses, carnivals, and the like."
















Monday

On Monday morning, we had breakfast at Denny's.  That's right, Denny's.

This bearded guy in a suit was sitting next to a guy who wasn't in a suit, across the table from an elderly male-female couple.  I wondered if he was gay, eating with his boyfriend.

After visiting my mother again, we were on our own for the day, so we tried browsing in the antique shops in town.  But every single one of them is closed on Mondays.  Every single one!

Well, how about the museums up in Indianapolis, 45 miles away?











Every single one of them is closed on Monday.  What do they expect tourists to do?

We found a YMCA to work out.  Another cute brillo-head.  There must be a whole family of them around southern Indiana.

In the afternoon we spent 6 hours at the Works, a sex club in Indianapolis.

But that's a story for Tales of West Hollywood.  See: "Six Hours at a Sex Club."