Saturday night, we had dinner at The Pirate’s House, a well-known restaurant. Randy and I had a great deal of wine, so we asked one of the boys to drive us back to the hotel. When we went to bed that night, we felt closer to the boys than we had in a very long time.
When Randy and I were belly to belly in our bed, I said, “I don’t care how much this long weekend cost, it was damn well worth it.”
“Babe, you just said a mouthful. For what it’s worth, I think the boys really had a great time too.”
I agree,” I said.