So I last left you on Friday discussing how I was done with my massive project at work.
Fast forward a few hours when my bud Mon and I were traveling towards Indianapolis for our friend D’s big wedding weekend. Every other sentence coming out of my mouth was complete and utter nonsense.
Mon let it go. She reasoned it was mostly my mind finally relaxing after two weeks and it just had no idea what to do with itself. I accepted this logic and continued to observe our surroundings (ie corn fields) as we drove south.
“Do you smell milk?”
“What?” This time, it was I who looked at Mon like she was completely nuts.
“No seriously, it smells like yogurt or something…. OMG LOOK!”
BAM. Dairy farm. A cheese factory, adventureland, lunch cafe, gift shop and birthing barn. I’m sure you can guess what happens next:
Only the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had in my life. It may have been the fresh havariti. It may have been the bacon. I’m really not quite sure. But I would totally drive an hour out of Chicago to get another one.
It was at about this point when we realized the time zone crossover was not working on our favor and we would be late if we didn’t get back on the road.
It was held in a courtyard. Just up the street from an awesome wine bar- where they had a small reception.
A reception that involved shallots wrapped in bacon and every other kind of cheese and bread and dessert imaginable.
It may or may not have been for the kids. Minor details.
… I was exhausted.
And also lacking anything other than meat, cheese, and bread in my system.
Our trip home on Sunday was much less energetic (too much cheese and carbs?). Still good conversation and a few good renditions of some sweet power ballads, but tiredness was apparent.
Thank goodness for hole in the wall diners along the interstate.
And that, my friends, is a quick summary of the jam-packed weekend.
Excuse me while I go get a salad… for breakfast…
Question of the day:
Favorite power ballad?
I’m a fan of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” and “Love of a Lifetime”. Beware if either come on the radio when I’m around. Like my friend Mon was this weekend. Poor thing.