Take Friday off.
Wake up, get a massage, drive to Indy. Meet with the editor of Indianapolis Monthly during the day, meet with close high school friends at night. Drink three glasses of red wine, and far too many glasses of sangria with your tapas. Catch a Michael Jackson cover band at The Vogue, and let four Red Bull & Vodkas get you moving. Move well until you hit the pavement on the way back to your friend's car. Pretend no one saw. Go to bed.
Wake up, hydrate, drive to Bloomington. Meet with a favorite high school buddy and her husband during the day, have far too much food with them at a trendy cafe at night. Drink wine, talk writing. Drink more wine, talk relationships and old houses and Ghana and mothers and Christians and yoga. Eat so much chocolate you begin to feel sick. Go to bed.
Wake up, hydrate, drive home. Crack the windows and blare the radio. Croon with the Top 20 crooners until your cell phone rings, and you tell someone far away what a wonderful weekend it's been.
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I would like to add that it was nice to talk to you on your bday although my battery ran out (surprise surprise). :D
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