As there's little else to do in Indianapolis on a Friday night, most restaurants are packed. I could barely squeeze through the lobby to get to the bar in the back where I had to pick up my order. I had to park across the street at the mall just to find a parking spot. Sometimes when I sit in traffic, I flash back to California traffic jams. Traffic jams are relatively mild to non-existent in Indianapolis. That's one thing we're fortunate for here in "Nap" town. I was sitting in traffic tonight on the way to the restaurant and I was parked on a bridge. No way in hell would you want to sit on a bridge or under an overpass stuck in traffic in California. You never knew when a quake would strike and you didn't want to be the one squished.