Veteran Super Bowl observers - by which I mean Glauber and me - can't recall a Super Bowl city as busy on a Monday night as Indianapolis was.
That presumably is yet another function of how compact the spread of venues here is.
For example, four years ago, the main media hotel lobby was dead even on the night before the game - unheard of!- and the Giants were staying in a resort in the middle of the desert.
This time around, not only are the hotel lobbies hopping already, but the Giants are staying right in the middle of it at the downtown Marriott.
I am looking at their hotel as we speak.
Tom Coughlin can't be thrilled about this, but he hasn't complained about it as far as I know. He's too focused on the task at hand.
Players seem to be aware of the challenge, though, and signed off on an earlier curfew than the one they had last time. Most of the week they must be in by midnight.
Another Indy quirk is a lack of famous restaurants, which has caused gridlock at St. Elmo, a venerable, century-old steakhouse.
Monday night Tom Brady dined there. As did Eli Manning. As will a huge percentage of the visiting dignitaries. And even media members. I'll probably go with the salmon just to annoy everyone.