Luke: How many cups have you had this morning?
Lorelai: None.
Luke: Plus…
Lorelai: Five, but yours is better.

(Gilmore Girls)

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“I’m just calling to tell you that I’m outside waiting -” Maureen’s voice echoed in my phone as I galumphed out of the office-construction site, barreling through plastic barriers, purses in tow.

“I’m almost there!” I puffed, swinging wide the back door. I was met by a wall of humidity and heat: it was 90 degrees and sticky. There across the parking lot was one bright spot in blue. “Oh, there you are!” We hung up and darted into my little PT Cruiser to get the A/C started for our drive to Boyne City.

Last time, if you recall, we skipped a drive because of my deadlines for Memorial Day (maybe I didn’t post that one yet? I need to…). So this time we drove back to Boyne to try a shop only two doors down from Local Flavor, our visit two weeks ago. This building was absolutely beautiful: a dark tin ceiling, vaulted in the center and hung with brass chandeliers. The dark wood chairs and floor matched with natural light streaming in from the large front windows gave it a very old fashioned, pub-like air. We waited for our respective raspberry and vanilla mochas before walking down the street back to the car.

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On our walk back from the shop we had to wait on the corner of the main street through town. A busy street. Indicated by the fact that it is the MAIN street. My lovely green dress, which hits me well below the knee, has a nice swing to it – consistent with my love of retro style – but it does no favors for me in the wind. The breeze off the lake picked up at the precise moment traffic started moving forward at the green light. WHOOSH!

I think I scarred the tourists for life.

Or I took sight-seeing to whole new level.

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