On the Road Again, Again.

Yeah, hi.

I’m leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. This has been my farewell weekend. I’ve never traveled without Heather, so this is a new thing for us both. It’ll be good, I think. I’ll bring her back a million cheesy souvenirs and tales of my misadventures, and she’ll get to do the laundry, the dishes, and mow the lawn. Hmm. Well, nobody ever said life was fair.

Anyway, I’ve been having a great time these past couple days. I finished up all my work by Friday night and mailed out invoices. Those checks will magically appear in my mailbox while I’m gone, if all goes as planned. Saturday, Daniel and I went to Pride. It’s been probably six or seven years since I last went. Heather and I had decided that it set more of an example for us to be living normal and responsible lives amongst our straight, god-fearing neighbors, even if that means that occasionally it’s easier for them to just think of us as roommates. Also, there’s some built-up resentment within the gay community against bi people sometimes, like we were traitors to the cause. I was perhaps a little apprehensive about walking into the park that morning, but it was unfounded. I was feeling the love of the family, or maybe it was just the great weather and the company. Either way. All good.

Saturday night, the three of us went to dinner at Cafe Havana and ate good Cuban food. I had a cafe con leche, which was most definitely not a cortadito, but what can you expect when you live in the Scandinavian wilderness? It was close enough. The server inquired as to the occasion, and I told her I was going on a road trip. She asked about the route I was taking, and I said I’d probably take 94 to the west coast. She replied, “Oh! Will you be going to that park? The one with the bears?”

Um, yes. Most definitely.

Today I got up early and went for my constitutional around Lake Harriet, as per my usual routine. I enjoyed the incredible weather with a couple hundred other Minnesotans, which partially restored my belief in the factoid I’ve encountered a few times recently: supposedly, Minneapolis is one of the healthiest cities in the country. Later, Heather and I went for a picnic lunch at Minnehaha Falls and made fun of the unwitting, defenseless passers-by. Really, it’s the best entertainment.

We made seitan potstickers for dinner, then went for another walk around the lake. We had two somewhat-strange encounters: first, the mr-slick older guy who has ogled me in a creepy manner not once but twice while I was putting air in my tires at SuperAmerica, on two separate occasions, I swear! He ran past us and grunted ‘whoa’ and made us both jump and shiver. Second, I saw the owner of the Sexiest Car in America

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