{"id":737,"date":"2003-06-27T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2003-06-28T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=71"},"modified":"2003-06-27T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2003-06-28T06:00:00","slug":"on-the-road-again-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=737","title":{"rendered":"On the Road Again, Again."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yeah, hi.<\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;m leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. This has been my farewell weekend. I&#8217;ve never traveled without Heather, so this is a new thing for us both. It&#8217;ll be good, I think. I&#8217;ll bring her back a million cheesy souvenirs and tales of my misadventures, and she&#8217;ll get to do the laundry, the dishes, and mow the lawn. Hmm. Well, nobody ever said life was fair.<\/p>\n<p \/>Anyway, I&#8217;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&#8217;m gone, if all goes as planned. Saturday, Daniel and I went to Pride. It&#8217;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&#8217;s easier for them to just think of us as roommates. Also, there&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p \/>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&#8217;d probably take 94 to the west coast. She replied, &#8220;Oh! Will you be going to that park? The one with the bears?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p \/>Um, yes. Most definitely.<\/p>\n<p \/>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&#8217;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&#8217;s the best entertainment.<\/p>\n<p \/>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 <i>twice<\/i> while I was putting air in my tires at SuperAmerica, on two separate occasions, I swear! He ran past us and grunted &#8216;whoa&#8217; and made us both jump and shiver. Second, I saw the owner of the Sexiest Car in America<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yeah, hi. I&#8217;m leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. This has been my farewell weekend. I&#8217;ve never traveled without Heather, so this is a new thing for us both. It&#8217;ll be good, I think. 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