Yesterday morning, as TCB packed himself up to go to the F1 race in Indy and I laid in bed, hungover and really tired, I dreamed that my roommate was fussing and not wanting to pay her half of the electric bill when the phone rang in the dream. It was the boy asking if I wanted to be taken away to the race.

Then I really woke up to the phone ringing. It was the boy, asking if I wanted to go- they had an extra ticket and would be there to get me in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, I'd found the weather, splashed myself off, gotten dressed in the only things I had- sports bra, tank top, pants, sandals, sunscreen- and was out the door with my sunglasses.