Picnic at Funky Bones

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.