Well it's spring at Indiana University. The city is overrun with drunken students, cops and out-of-towers. All the restaurants and bars are stuffed full, traffic is a mess... it can be only 1 thing.... LITTLE 500!!!!

For those who don't know the Little 500 is a bicycle race held at IU every spring and it is a really big event.

I personally don't care. I went to the Little 500 when I was in college and found the race itself to be utterly boring and nothing more than a Greek-fest (all the fraternities and sororities were there being loud and obnoxious). Even the general parties and all that aren't my thing. Granted I did have quite the time my sophomore year at little 500. I experienced my first ever hang over then.

Anyway, this weekend happens to be the dreaded weekend. I was invited out to the Players Pub with some work friends but I dare not go out to the bars tonight. Not with all the cops out (seriously... I passed 3 on the way to work at 10AM today I can only assume they have gotten worse). That and I would rather not brave the traffic.

I kid you not when I say the streets of downtown Bloomington are littered with drunk people during this event. It is so very true. And it reminds me of last year's little 500.

Last year Ben and Bruce decided to go partying. I declined as I feel I have outgrown college parties but told them to call me for a ride home. As I recall the weather was very cold and rainy and long about midnight a very drunk Ben called, ready to go home. But he also informed me of 4 girls who could not get a taxi due to the business of the night. "They need a ride out to Eagle Pointe," he explained to me not really knowing where it was. "Please, they're crying." I argued him for a bit explaining that Eagle Pointe was a little more then out of the way. But finally after hearing the magic words "they'll pay you" I had a change of heart and I met Ben and these 4 total strangers out at the bars and took them home.

Eagle Pointe is a good 25 minute drive both ways. On the way there the girls were drunkenly singing my praises and when we arrived at their destination they began to shove money at me! "Here thanks soooo much!!!! Oh my God you're our hero!!!!"

I don't think they realized it but they gave me $60. I perhaps spent $5 worth of fuel getting them home... major profit for me!

But yeah... that was my blast from the past today.

Tomorrow I'm getting the heck outta dodge and weathering the rest of Little 500 in Greenwood with Ben when he comes home from his gig.