Could a weekend that was everything I hadn’t hoped it would be get capped off by a super great, one-of-a-kind, last-minute double date? Count the adjectives and cringe. I dare you.

My dad came down to visit on Friday – his first visit since my move to the Cities. We stayed at the hotel on Friday and Saturday, free of charge thanks to the boss man. I think we made up for the complimentary room nights by the amount of money we spent in the bar, however.

I had three big plans for when my dad came. Well, they weren’t BIG plans, but they were plans. We were going to go to Timber Lodge Steakhouse, since he’s never been there, we were going to go mini-golfing, and we were going to the fair.

Strike one: Timber Lodge opens at three and we NEEDED to eat at noon. No Timber Lodge for us.

Strike two: Rain as SOON as we stepped out of the truck at the mini golf course.

Strike three: Pouring rain at the fair, restricting us from doing much of anything (because shit don’t melt, but gosh darn it, we would!)

Doing a face plant on the way back to the dugout: Returning to the University of Minnesota parking lot and realizing we couldn’t find the truck. We giggled as it poured and we wandered through the lot, saying, “Dad, try the panic button now!”

The weekend was highlighted by my sister flirting with the bellman, watching hookers go into the hotel across the streets with their pimp slipping their bellman a little somethin’ somethin’ (money…that means money), a dozen potatoes (pillows…that means pillows), Cold Stone, and gossip from back home.

Today my dad and I look the light rail to the Mall of America and people-watched for a bit. Then we ate Subway and he brought me home and he went back to Tower. I’m sad that out weekend together is gone, but I think he would have gone crazy had he spent another hour in downtown Minneapolis.

I'm still sore from the sales retreat earlier this week. I got very drunk and danced very much with my co-workers. Those kids sure know hot to have fun and, if I haven't mentioned this in the past three posts, I love my job!

Tonight Darren and I are going on a double date with my sister and one of his co-workers. Angie plans on getting drunk and Brian plans on getting laid, so I look to the evening with great anticipation.

Did I mention my sister is moving to Duluth? Yes, 60 percent of my family now works for St. Louis County. That’s more than half. Sixty percent is still failing, but just barely. And if wouldn’t be failing if you were graded on a curve. Anyway, way to go, Ang!