I began my Labor Day weekend on Thursday. I stayed home from work while PB worked a half day. Then we headed up to meet some friends for the Jimmy Buffett concert. The show itself was great, better than last year's. But, the police were really hassling us in the parking lot for tailgating. And by "us" I mean "the people parked in our specific lot. And also apparently the handicapped lot. But not all the lots, and certainly not the VIP lot." Look, yes, it is illegal to consume certain beverages in the parking lot. But, don't tell us that you are suddenly enforcing it this year because of an accident last year and then add, "You can still drink inside." Also, if you're going to enforce something, enforce it equally. And know that the people who want to get drunk will still find a way.

There were also checkpoints. We were stopped, but didn't even have to get out of the car. Because, hey, we'd stopped drinking around 7 and it was now midnight. We were sober.

We drove the 2 hours back to Richmond that night, as we both had to work the next day. (I had to go to a meeting for a colleague who'd just had surgery. And that was all I did.) Now, when this first came up, the plan was to stay up in NoVA and leave early in the morning. PB decided we should drive back that night. I generally do not do well with the late night driving. He assured me that he would be fine. Which turned out not to be true. I got us home, thanks to my oh-crap-no-one-else-can-do-this-so-I-have-to mode.

That night, we went to see the Richmond Flying Squirrels play and a friend of ours sing the national anthem. Funniest part of the night: The umpires came out onto the field, and one of PB's co-workers leaned over to me and asked, "Who are the guys in black?"

Baseball game. Squirrels lost. Crazy on-field games. Fireworks.

Saturday, we went kayaking with PB's cousins. As this was my first time out since the surgery, and also since I only have one boat and PB has no boats, we took TRgirl and Randy's tandem kayak. These are also known as "divorce boats". This worked out fine for us, as evidenced by the fact that at one point we were told we were having too much fun. Which, I pointed out, isn't it good when a couple has fun together? Also worked out well because my shoulder did get sore. PB: "That's ok. I owe you." (See above re: driving in the middle of the night.)

We had a quiet Sunday and on Monday drove up to Fredericksburg to meet the friends we'd gone to the concert with, as one had left his wallet in my truck. That's OK, because you know what a day trip to Fredericksburg means? Carl's.