I had the great fortune of seeing Wisdom Tooth Theatre’s production of Water By the Spoonful last Friday evening at the IndyFringe Basile Theater. Last time I attended a play at IndyFringe, I came away thinking I didn’t know enough about theater to provide the TrndyIndy readers with a comprehensive or deep enough look at the play. Water by the Spoonful was different. The subject matter was so human and gripping, and the performances were so well done, that it would be impossible to not be deeply affected by a subject that is both very raw and very real. Truly, one short blog post can’t fully express all that I got out of this beautiful performance, which was completely enhanced by the talent on stage.
Once upon a time, a great man in Indianapolis was arrested for ALLEGEDLY swimming in the canal. Normally, this would be in the news for a day and quickly disappear. However, things tend to be a bit more newsworthy when you’re one of the best punters in the NFL. I’m of course talking about Colts punter and comedian Pat McAfee, who, five years ago, was just taking a quick dip in the Indianapolis canal, likely trying to cool off from a hot streak of winning with the Colts. I am here to tell you that there’s an easier to way to swim in the canal and NOT get arrested- Tri Indy!
Mass Ave’s official tagline is “45 Degrees from Ordinary!”, but I’d also call it a diagonal river of booze. You can get margaritas at Bakersfield, beers at MacNivens, cocktails at The Libertine, and now, as of last month, Mass Ave rounded out its equal opportunity alcohol options with the addition of Louie’s Wine Dive. The term “dive” might be a stretch. The space is beautifully decorated with exposed brick walls, floor to ceiling shelves of wine, and large windows at the front of the place to watch all the activity of Mass Ave. When I went with a small group of friends, the restaurant was busy, but still cozy- a perfect date location, but also inclusive of some larger tables for groups. Our group was waited on promptly by a knowledgeable and attentive waitress. We learned that Louie’s is not exactly local- the wine restaurant hails from Kansas City, and the Indy location is the sixth in the nation, but I wouldn’t call it a chain.
The daily grind can be just that- an uninterrupted day of the same people, the same tasks, the same place for lunch, and the same computer screen. The Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra wants you to mix it up.
Remember pop-up videos on VH1? You’d sit and watch music videos (hey guys, remember music videos and how they used to play on televisions and stuff?) and fun facts would pop-up on the screen about the making of the video or the artist. Well, Indy can do you one better than sitting on a couch watching a music video. How about pop-up stores? By now, we’re all familiar with food trucks, bringing food to our favorite spots around town, but buckle up for mobile shopping experiences in all of your favorite neighborhoods. Here, I present the definitive list of pop-up Indy shops to keep you in fun fashions all summer, no matter where you are.
A Bar Mitzvah can be a transformative experience for a young man. He reads from the Torah for the first time. He is officially considered an adult in the Jewish community. He celebrates with family and friends. For a lucky couple of Indy natives, he might also find his future business partner.
David Vonnegut-Gabovitch (yes, THAT Vonnegut… David’s wife is related to Kurt ) and David DuBow met each other at a Bar Mitzvah (they can’t quite remember whose it was) and have been friends since age 13. Throughout junior high, high school, college, and adulthood, they remained close friends. Five years ago, they wanted to enrich the community in which they’d grown up and loved for so many years, and established BRICS: Broad Ripple Ice Cream Station. Located in the original Broad Ripple train station on the Monon trail, BRICS was founded as a two-family venture hoping to provide many Indy families with delicious ice cream, sweet memories, and happy times. Mission Accomplished. Mazel Tov.
“I always knew hell would be hot, but I guess I didn’t expect I’d be holding down dog.” This was the thought running through my head in February of 2011. I was living in New York City, and rather than joining an expensive gym, I would buy Groupons for work out studios, attend one or two classes, and never return. One such Groupon was for a yoga class. One overcrowded room and several uppity and unapproachable yogis later, I walked home, shivering in the New York winter air, sweat frozen on my clothes, and fully convinced I would never again take a yoga class.
Fast forward to January 2015 in Indianapolis. I had been running, playing on a soccer league, and attending boxing classes, and thought I could benefit from a low-key once-a-week donation yoga class to stretch out my muscles. I started looking for a place to do drop-in yoga once a week; not have to belong- just be an anonymous face in a crowded class to stretch at the end of the week. I chose the wrong place, and I’m so happy I did.
In the Spring of 2013, I decided I needed some new challenges, so I put a half marathon on my to do list. I had been told that the Monumental Half Marathon was a fast and flat course, so I signed up and started training until all of the sudden, it was the brisk morning of November 2nd
I headed to the starting line with a few thousand of my closest friends, muttering quietly to myself how crazy it was to not only wake up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday in 35 degree temperatures to run 13.1 miles, but that I PAID to do this to myself. A woman next to me asked me if it I was my first half, and when I told her it was, she gave me a half hug and told me how much I was going to love it. I had to smile at the Hoosier hospitality, but I didn’t believe her. But before I could give it all much thought, we were literally off and running.
Two weeks ago, we loved Indianapolis. We loved heading to the Indy Winter Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, we loved playing intramural soccer with Circle City Athletics, we loved grabbing a drink at the Libertine, we loved running along the canal. Fast forward to today. Those things are all still here, and we still love them and the community that surrounds them. But as Kate Hudson once said in How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, “I love you Binky, but I don’t have to like you right now.”
We don’t like what’s happening in our state and our city. This isn’t our Indianapolis.
New Albany, Indiana may be small, but it has delivered a big punch in the music world. Jamey Abersold, born in 1939, hailing from New Albany, is considered the father of play-along improv jazz music books. His books are a staple in the realm of jazz and blues. Fast forward 75 years, and New Albany is making waves yet again in the music world- Enter Houndmouth.