So, it occurred to me that many of the activities I've listed lately are kind of high-brow and/or expensive. Of course, I can revel in simple pleasures, too.
A few months ago, I read an awesome John Green novel, The Fault in Our Stars. It's set in Indianapolis, and the main characters have a picnic at IMA landmark Funky Bones. I feel like a pilgrimage is in order, with a plastic cup and champagne toast in honor of Hazel and Augustus.
All I need is a ride.
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