Well, not really. I did go to work yesterday and managed to stay until lunchtime, but with my projects at a standstill and the lovely weather beckoning and the fact that my boyfriend was at home with nothing to do, I could stand it no longer. I was off.
There is something slightly scandulous about having fun on a Friday afternoon, knowing you should be at work and remembering all those you left behind, forced to go about business as usual until 5:00. Just the fact that you're away from the confines of your cubicle makes the day spectacular, even if you do nothing but organize your sock drawer.
Don't worry, I didn't really organize my sock drawer. Instead, Luke and I went to this orchard in Indianapolis, which turned out to be nothing more than a barn that sold expired eighties candy (Blow pop, anyone?) and homemade mustard and oh, yeah, some apples, too. So off we went again, this time to downtown Indianapolis, where we walked around and got ice cream and visited the Soldiers and Sailors Monument. We finished our city adventure by heading over to Broadripple for the second time this week and talking a stroll down the Monon Trail, which is where we took the above picture and, in my opinion, one of the greatest things about this place. Broadripple reminds me a little bit of the north side of Chicago, with its quaint little shops and tons of restaurants and loads of upscale twentysomethings decorating the streets. In addition to the slew of townhouses that you know the owners are paying out of their ears for, there are also joggers, bikers, dog walkers, parents with baby strollers, and a variety of other residents looking to get their blood pumping. I always admire the joggers in their sporty shorts and tee shirts, wearing gym shoes that probably cost more than my grocery bill, chatting with their companion about the daily grind. When I was in high school, I always pictured myself being one of those joggers; I'd have an apartment in Chicago off the lake shore and live in a neighborhood where it was common to have your groceries delivered and have dinner parties with "colleagues" from work.
I may not have my Chicago dream, but life is still pretty good. Luke and I have spent the majority of the week experiencing the first season of Scrubs on DVD, as a way to pass the time until the fifth season starts in January. The last month has been a weird one for me in regards to TV, as I used be attached to an IV that fed me all my favorite shows intravenously. (If you don't believe me, read this.) Now, the loss of cable has also caused me to lose most of my television appetite, so that I usually end up just popping in a Friends disc and letting it play all the way through. I haven't even bothered taping All My Children. Soaps just aren't as much fun without SoapNet. I can't decide if someone should congratulate me or initiate an intervention.