As It Should Be

The day began with a massive brunch by our gracious hosts Tom and Susan Newberry, parents to Andrew’s girlfriend and my girl friend, Sarah. The meal began with a blonde gazpacho laced with green grapes and marcona almonds, and it ended with homemade mango sorbet and satisfied moaning. To drink, Mr. Newberry’s famous margaritas, so good that the recipe must here be published: 3 parts tequila, 1 part grand marnier, fresh lime juice, a dash of almond syrup. Not a bad way to start the day, if you like pleasure.

Breakfast was followed by a quick dip in lake Minnetonka, whose ice had just melted. It was quick because I didn’t want to die.

We then cruised on to Madison, passing the rock spires and cranberry bogs by the “Wis Dells.” While HQ was being slammed with a Spring Nor’easter, we enjoyed perfect driving weather: 64 degrees, spotty cloud cover, light traffic, and for us, not too much farting.

Things were looking good for the LNP. We were full of sorbet, the sky was full of migrating cranes, and adult novelties were available at most exits.