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It's easy to become numb to the prognostications of TV meteorologists. Drama sells, and if your life is tied to the Doppler radar, I can see how you'd get excited when you get to point to all the blobs of color and toss out your science-y weather jargon. This weekend in Indianapolis, we were forecast to get a lot of snow in the midst of dangerously cold temps. A good formula to stay inside by the fire, right? But Angela was hosting Christmas Bunco at her home in Brownsburg, and Jeff was hosting a bourbon gathering at our house. Much as I adore the Captain's drinking buddies, I can't drink bourbon or whiskey. So I was extra motivated to go to Bunco - despite the weather and potentially poor road conditions. My friend Jeph was coming to my house and we were going to pick up Annmarie on our way to Brownsburg, which is (normally) about 20-30 minutes away from Broad Ripple. We set our plan and I went about the business of recovering from the delicious White Chri...