I found myself in Indianapolis this past week for work. Though it is the 17th most populous city in the U.S., when you come from the East coast it feels half as populated as the Jersey shore during Memorial Day weekend. The city is wide, clean, and I got in on Sunday the 19th, a week before Indianapolis becomes a shit show for the Indy 500 according to locals. I figured I would take it easy, that there would be nothing going on as far as nightlife, and that I could finally catch up on some rest and reading that is severely lacking at home (a 2-year-old and a 2-month-old aren’t necessarily conducive to relaxation).
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