Father's Day
I think/hope Patrick had a good Father's Day. We started with presents, then Yoga and a Pint. Yesterday, as the assassination of Speaker Hortman had unfolded just before class, YAAP was raw, full of anger, intense. I barely remember getting through it. Today was quieter, but still thoughtful. We picked Beatrix up from Ari and Gwen's graduation party, and headed over to Saint Paul Pride where Beatrix was going to be at the booth demo-ing spinning some hula hoops (plus hoops, juggling, diablo, etc.) We got to see Vincent and Zeke's great show, and hear my friend Hope sing. We had delicious beer from Dual Citizen. Patrick and I got to run up to Urban Growler and have a second drink. But maybe Patrick's best surprise of the night is that we all (him, me, Beatrix, Zani, and Miles) met for dinner at La Grolla. Zani came up with the idea, Miles the plan, and Beatrix the time (and me the reservation), and it could not have been better. You see, when I fell in love with Patric...