Following a fabulous weekend at a political conference, I met with S. on Saturday for one more, non-political, night in the nation's capital. Well, mostly anyway - there was a passionate discussion over dinner with S.'s uncle, who shares my passion for politics, but certainly not my party affiliation.
This morning, following a visit with her grandmother, we discussed stopping to skate on the canal, which had uncharacteristically been reopened after having been closed once already, but in the end we elected to skip it and packed up and headed off for the four-hour plus trip home. Once we were on the highway, however, I realized that I had left my overcoat at her aunt's.
After we turned around and retrieved it, on the way back home once again, I made a unilateral decision to not skip the canal the second time past, and I steered us into a parking garage downtown. We walked the short distance to the canal, donned our skates and went for an enjoyable trip, complete with fried pastry, on one of the most spectacular skating facilities in the world. There were no regrets.
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