-Well I survived Iowa, not without a broken treadmill and a hairy sandwich but hey I made it. Ben picked me up from the airport Thursday night and we had dinner at the 5-8 Club, which was where we went on our first date. I thought it would be cutesy to wear the same shirt, you know recreate the first date ala The Parent Trap. Well it got a little freaky as Ben had the same idea and also wore the same shirt and in a packed club we ended up in the same booth with the same waitress as a year and a half ago. I probably didn't help things by ordering the same meal with the same beer but Ben mixed it up, got the Juicy Lucy and we survived the deja vu, even had some fun.

-We have been hauling a 16 gallon root beer keg around for the last 3-4 days. It lived in my bathtub for a night and then moved to a giant garbage tub and now it is plopped down right in my kitchen. Man those things are heavy but I guess worth it as we got it for Ben's Dad's 60th birthday party. Saturday was cold, definitely more of a coffee day then a root beer day, but fun. Ben commented it was like a graduation party but for an older gentleman, which is totally what it was, same cake, pictures,and congratulations.

-Wow, how come this is the first time I ever heard of this?