Oh, I know, you think these are gonna be some fab photos of brightly-colored doors and happy Spanish-speaking people partying, but I need to quash that hope right now.
There were gobs of happy Spanish-speaking people, and me trying to listen as quickly as they spoke, but to my ear, it sounded like “Welcome Everybody to the what? Fiesta huh? what? huh? We are happy you’re here with us today huh? huh? Indianapolis huh? what? celebrate huh? Thank you what?” By the time all that sunk into my gringa brain, I was red, dripping with sweat, and REALLY wishing my kids could drive, because nothing would have made me happier than a big ol margarita! Oh yes, I speak all the Spanish-named food and drinks, and my favorite is margarita, closely followed by queso. Queso que? Quesoeverything!
I guess it’s Sassy’s thing to play at Fiesta every year.
And I guess it’s my thing to drive her.
I’m hot just thinkin about it. It was partly sunny and eighty-freakin-six. Thank goodness for clouds and trees!
I was reminded of this bit from Fools Rush In because I love that movie almost as much as The Mister does, and he quotes this last lane frequently, because we melt alawt.
See, we white bitches need margaritas. Why has no one brought me a margarita yet? It’s gonna be eighty-freakin-nine today!
De todos modos, here are the doors I got:
It was at this point, Moo pointed out the door handles are uneven, so I stuck my phone in there to get that bit.
These are two different doors from the Masonic Temple, also referred to as Pentalpha Lodge on Illinois Street.
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. Welcome back, Norm! To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link and find the frog.