So on Monday, Fenna calls me during pub knit (yes, pub knit!) and says "it's really too bad that you can't come swing dancing in Cinncinati with me on New Year's." And I say "that's really too bad, it would be perfect."
On Tuesday, I borrowed her tattoo money (plus $100 in cash from her mother) so I could get a plane ticket.
On Thursday, I was in Akron.
On Friday, I was in Akron, then in Columbus, then in Cinncinati, and I was dancing to the song I always love dancing to (L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole), and then I was dancing to the song I'd always wanted to try (Bad Things, by Jace Everett). I got to be the crazy girl from Iowa with an awesome story, and a kiss and a drink at midnight.
On Saturday I was in Dayton, and then every country road between Dayton and Akron.
On Sunday I was in Cleaveland, and then I was home.