Because Indie and I hit our four-month anniversary last week, and I still can’t keep from smiling every time her name and face light up my phone screen. “Hey!” I answered. “Hey!” Indie greeted me. “How’s your day going? “Awesome, now.” What a fucking sap. “Okay, I have a weird question for you.” “Shoot.” “Do you want to go to the world’s largest pub crawl?” “Excuse me?” Out of all the questions Indie could have asked, I certainly wasn’t expecting that one. “I just got off the phone with KK and she’s going down to Charlotte in March to visit Auden. They’re going to this huge pub crawl on the Saturday before Saint Patrick’s Day. At first I thought it would be a cool girls’ weekend thing, but KK said her parents were going. So, then I thought I’d invite my mom and Dale.” Indie stopped. I hoped she took a breath, because all of that came out in one long sentence. I opened my mouth to respond, but she continued before I could speak. “And maybe you can invite your parents?
