Carrie and I were going to walk around Lake Calhoun last night after work. Then she was stuck in traffic and we thought Lake of the Isles might be better, because Calhoun is full of slow-walkers and is something of a pick up spot when the weather is particularly lovely (warm, actually. lovely cooler days don't pull such a crowd). And then we decided sitting out on my deck and drinking would be a much better option.
I somehow ended up drunk. I think my gin and tonics were stronger than I realized. Carrie went home eventually and I watched Barry Zito pitch beautifully to beat the Twins. I spent well over an hour on the phone with someone and stayed up too late.
It was a really great Thursday night.