E: I don’t like it up here
J: At least it’s not windy
T: Are there more people getting on?

My back was to the city, we were suspended some 500 yards above ground.

J: I don’t know, I’m not turning around to look down.
T: Your brother would never do this. He hates heights.
J: So do I.
E: Me too.

T. stood up and leaned over the edge to see if more people were getting on the ferris wheel as the cart began to shake.

E. grabbed the side and said with a wry smile, “ Oh geeez.”
T: I can’t tell.

The cart we were riding in rolled to the top and stopped.

E: Oh great now we’re going to be stuck at the top.
T: I can’t believe how nice the city looks at night.
J: I know, no one does this. It’s the perfect date thing to do.
T: Didn’t you and Mom do this when she came down.
J: Yeah, when I “accidentally” got Mom drunk at a wine tasting.
T: And she threw up:
E: Dad won’t let her live that down.

We were finally doing something we had been putting off for months. A child was getting sick or I was busy. Enough was enough. We planned the night for my sister-in-law to pick up my younger sister and leave their husbands to tie up the kids in a room while they played online poker and drank whisky.

It really was the best date for a Thursday, frankly there’s no place I would rather have been than with them. We went for sushi and upside down cake pineapple martin’s, rode the ferris wheel, a stop at a clothing boutique bar downtown, and ended with a little shake your rump dance time.

The night ended as predicted with a kiss on the cheek and, “I’ll call you tomorrow about your brother’s day we’re not going to talk about.”

WHATEVER!

MY OLDEST BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY IS SUNDAY.

I’m still running the half marathon on Sunday, only I forgot to register and had to scram looking for someone who registered but isn’t able to run it due to injury. I’m running under someone whose last name I can’t even pronounce. I haven’t ran all week, Sunday’s going to hurt. It’ll hurt my brother more.

Thanks for letting me borrow your wife last night N. and Happy early Birthday. I’ll see you Sunday afternoon; I’ll be the one crawling on the floor asking you to hand me an Amstel Light and a heating pad.