A few weeks ago when I was planning my weekend in Duluth with Darren, I decided that it was going to be just the two of us. We would maybe see Angie for dinner one night, but that was it. With the weekend now past us, I think I spent about 75 percent of my waking hours in Angie’s presence, but it was pretty flippin’ sweet.

I took a half day off on Friday so we could get to Duluth earlier. Upon arriving, we met up with Angie and played in the rain a little bit because it rained ALL of Friday and Saturday. Darren and I later checked into the hotel and took a nap on our wooden block of a bed. It wasn’t wonderful, but we were asleep so we didn’t really care. When we woke up for a nap it was back to Angie’s where we were later met by a few other folks. I wasn’t really feeling the evening, so we only stayed until one or so. But, in all honesty, one in the morning for me is like seven in the morning for others, so I was pretty proud of my performance. Anyway, we walked back to the hotel in the rain, which was quite refreshing, and stripped off the bedspread, per Brian’s recommendation, hopefully also stripping the bed of bed bugs. I spazzed at every itch throughout the rest of the weekend, so thanks for that, Brian.

The real fun came on Saturday when we went to Outback to eat food and pester Chad. For whatever reason, we didn’t bat an eye when we were told the wait would be 60 to 90 minutes. Ninety-four minutes later, and only after Darren bitched, we were seated and so continued our three-hour Outback affair. I ate too much, which is typical, then gassed Angie and Darren with garlic mashed potato beer burps throughout our game of Monopoly, which went absolutely nowhere. However, I have not have that much fun with something that went absolutely nowhere in a long, long time.

On Sunday Angie and I even got to have a Lakewalk photo shoot while Darren watched football, just like in the good old days. I miss that city terribly and our stroll by the lake didn’t help my longing to move back at all. We even hit up Super One, but we were disappointed that Lurch wasn’t shuffling around the parking lot, making children cry.

I love Duluth. The end.