Memorial Day is a holiday that sneaks up on you and catches you completely unprepared. You forget to plan to go anywhere, because you forget that you have a three-day weekend.

So Bethie and I stayed local.

On Saturday, her little brother came by and accompanied us on a grocery shop, then we drank sangria and played xbox. We took him downtown to the metra so he could make it back to Mt. Prospect, stopping on the way for a beer or two. Then Bethie and I attempted to go shopping at Macy’s, but our heads weren’t in it. Instead we went to meet up with some folks at The Gage, where we dined on fried zucchini, poutine and fondue.

We had 8:30 tickets to go see Mike D’s Ballhawks movie. It was brilliant. But then, you know me and how much of a nut I am for baseball.

On Sunday we socialized with Bethie’s parents and then had a fantastic dinner at Joe’s. Absolutely fantastic. Maybe the best ever? Maybe.

Monday was rainy and I went for lunch with James. Bethie went to see The Sexy Cities, Too.