We were debating all week whether to attend this year’s Dog Run party. We went last year and had a great time, but they raised the rates this year and we didn’t feel that it was worth the $60 seeing that I don’t drink beer and that is the only alcoholic beverage served. Brian finally made up his mind that we were going to just do the run, but not go to the party. As it turns out, no one could have watched Jake for us this evening, so it was a moot point. And, given the fact that it’s been raining since 6:30, I’m rather glad we didn’t have plans to go.
But, we “unofficially” did the run along with one of my friends from work, Jeff. Brian tried to get some of his biker friends to go, but no one was available this weekend. I’m glad Jeff went with us because it’s definitely more fun to ride with someone than by yourself–at least for something like this.
I think Brian was bummed about not going to the party because this evening, he expressed an interest in going to next year’s party and camping there overnight. Unfortunately, he did not read the fine print of our prenup agreement–“Except as otherwise provided below, Prospective Husband and Prospective Wife waive the following right: camping.”