Is This Hell Or Indianapolis?

Today's title comes from the song "Indianapolis" by the Bottle Rockets. Best lyric: "I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time." Five years in Indy, and I never did learn to like the guy (sorry, Megan). And I realized a couple weeks ago that I'd made it through the end of May without hearing so much as a peep about the Indy 500! It appears that other parts of the world, even other parts of the Midwest, fill the month of May with something other than cars racing at ear-splitting speeds.

My dad's picking me up tomorrow morning bright and early and taking me and the kitties back to Zionsville. I'll spend the week hanging out with my parents and helping jaq out with all things Indian Market. Indy friends: my time is already booking up (how does that happen, seriously?!), but email me so we can try to get together. Better yet– come to Indian Market on Saturday! Art, food, music, and me. Does it get any better?

I'll be taking a week-long hiatus from blogging (but not from email). But I'll be accumulating lots of stories to tell you upon my return to Chicago next Sunday.

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current book: The Places in Between by Rory Stewart
current music: "Can't go west / Can't go east / I'm stuck in Indianapolis / with a fuel pump that's deceased / Ten days on the road now / I'm four hours from my hometown / Is this Hell or Indianapolis / with no way to get around."
current socks: flip. flops!