We spend a lot of time making sure the people we meet know all about what there is to see and do around Indianapolis. And sometimes we decide we should see and do those things, too. Here’s what that looks like:
It’s mid-afternoon on Friday, February 27, and we’re buzzing with anticipation. Reviewing. Reciting. The stop’s going to be across from Angi on Washington St. The bus’ll be there at 3:10. We’ll get off the bus at Audubon. We can’t be late because we only have two hours to ride to Irvington, browse a few shops, stop for a snack, and ride back.
Molly, Karissa, and I have all at some point used IndyGo before but are quick to admit we’re not good at it. Not confident. We figure it’ll take a few trips to really get the hang of it, so it’s okay that we’re a little anxious about doing it wrong this time. (BTW: It’s totally like the nervous excitement you get when traveling internationally.)
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Anyway, we make it to the bus stop five minutes early. When the bus arrives only a minute or two late, we successfully use our 10-trip passes and load ourselves into seats. There are quite a few riders around us, and they seem scrappy and tired.
Within two stops we’ve completely relaxed and are already aware of how nice it is to not be driving. How nice it is to just sit. Honestly, I think we all would’ve been perfectly happy if the trip had been longer than 20 minutes. But we arrive at the Audubon intersection, and we’re off to our first stop, James Dant: A Store for Men.
Molly looks for a gift while Karissa and I poke around the store smelling leather polish and shaving soap and looking at watches and shoes. And I’ve got to say, whether you wear men’s clothing or not, you want to know about this place.
Molly settles on a gift, pays, and we head over to Izzy & Es., basically the women’s boutique counterpart to James Dant that happens to be just next door.
We open the door and step into the winter to spring transition. Beautiful sweaters and coats are being moved and discounted and replaced by whimsical prints and airy dresses.
The whole seasonal transition scene’s so convincing with the afternoon sun coming through the windows that we almost forget there’s practically a foot of snow outside. How could we not like it?
We do a little browsing, and Karissa buys a gorgeous cuff bracelet. Then we head out into that foot of snow we’d forgotten about, and it takes all of 15 seconds to decide we’d rather be inside. So, we duck into Jockamo Pizza to grab a quick snack before catching the bus back downtown.
We snack. We catch the bus with no problems. While we’re riding, I get distracted and pull the cord to request a stop sooner than I mean to. (Sigh. Okay, so, I’m not a bus pro yet.) But no harm done. We walk a few blocks in the sunshine and then part ways into our weekends. Feeling just a little rush of adventure adrenaline as we go.
