Since moving to Indy, driving back and forth has kind of become therapeutic to me. Don’t get me wrong…it’s a lot of driving. But I’ve been seriously into this podcast that is rocking my entrepreneur brain so it’s like I hit the road and all the sudden I am there! It’s the best time for long phone conversations which no one ever has time for. But on 65…all I have is time. I get to drink unlimited Starbucks…and gas station snacks. I love me some sour skittles. And every few weeks (about to be every week) I get to see all my friends which makes my heart happy. This last weekend was no different. I hit the road and got in FOUR episodes of my podcast (girlboss radio is my everything). I added in enough time to see some friends and then I was off to get my wedding on. Anyone who was in the midwest last weekend knows it was HOT! Like kind of insane hot. I’ve been to hot weddings before…and maybe I was just having a particularly sweaty day but man oh man that was sticky. But it didn’t stop us from having an insanely fun wedding day and making a little photo magic if I don’t say so myself.
At the end of the night a crazy storm hit. Like massive downpour…thunder every few seconds kind of storm. As I left, exhausted and still soaked from our hot day prior…I decided to get a hotel. The idea of cozying up in a comfy bed with some mindless TV sounded glorious. So I went a few blocks…parked my car and paradise was in sight. It was still down pouring so I grabbed my umbrella and attempted to unload everything out of my car. Seeing as my laptop was recently stolen out of my car I never leave anything in there…ever. Lesson learned. So there I am. Two suitcases. One camera bag. Two regular bags. And my umbrella. Attempting to cross the street to my soon to be resting place. I was waiting for the traffic to clear and it happened. Three cars passing by right in row. It almost felt like slow motion. One after the other driving through the same puddle and completely soaking me and all my belongings from head to toe. I mean like nasty Chicago rain water…in the face. All over me. Drenched. Three times in a row. I stood there stunned for a minute and then I walked across the street. Checked into my room. Went back out in the rain, sans umbrella…purchased a bottle of Champagne while looking like a wet dog and spent the rest of my evening cozied up in bed with Prosecco, HGTV and soaking wet hair. Needless to say, my new life motto…when life gives you lemons…drink champagne.