It’s 8:10pm and we’ve arrived back home after a weekend vacation to Milwaukee to catch the Twins/Brewers interleague series. Roscoe greeted us frantically, running up and down the steps, barking feverishly. Nick may have been kidnapped while we were gone as he has not yet been seen.

I am sure I will sum up the trip sometime soon, but aside from I-94 being shut down and hours upon hours of detours, it was all we hoped it would be! I suffered from a stomach ailment Friday on the drive up which had me stopping at gas stations all along the way, and it seemed Sarah later contracted my illness. Lauren got crazy Friday night, trying to pick fights with locals after the Twins victory, and Walsh got crazy with some ass-slapping in the Miller Park parking lot after Saturday night’s Twins win. Again, I will likely elaborate more later on the tomfooleries of the trip.

Also, a quick Happy Father’s Day note to Dad, whose major communication with me recently has been regarding my car which always seems to have some minor nagging problems, including the recent radiator leak. Dad will be happy to know that it appears to be fixed. I left my car in the garage all weekend and when I checked just now, there was no puddle under the car. Amidst the craziness of the weekend I barely remembered that it was Father’s Day today.

I am not looking forward to getting back to work this week.  Technically, I have to work the next 12 days.  Five days at MB, then DJing both Saturday and Sunday over the weekend, and then five more days of work.
I guess these weekends of gallivanting all over the Midwest don’t pay for themselves!