I'm just going to say it - Brent and I are terrible date planners. Most nights he's here we do the "I dunno, what do you want to do?" dance. He'll make a suggestion like "let's go for a bike ride" to which I respond with a hearty eye roll, and then we'll end up agreeing to go to our favorite joint for a pizza, and of course they'll be closed, so then we'll go to our 2nd favorite place for pizza and complain, imagining the nasty, vaguely threatening things we'll post on the other pizza joint's Facebook wall when we get home. Please excuse the dramatic run-on sentence but this is a sad, very true story.
But every now and then when the stars are aligned, we will end up agreeing on something totally random and have a truly magical time together. His last visit here we had one of those moments when he picked me up from work and we only played one round of the "i dunno" game before we decided to just drive up the coast and watch the sun set on my favorite beach in Davenport. And I mean magical - Rudy even took his dump right by the trash can when we got there so I didn't have to carry a stinky turd pouch for the entire evening. We enjoyed an evening of free frolicking on the beautiful beach we had all to ourselves.
This, my friends, is what pure joy looks like.
Then we decided to go to the Roadhouse to enjoy a romantic dinner of delicious clam chowder by a warm fire with a couple glasses of wine... and they were closed. Guess you can't win 'em all.