Growing Up

My father came to visit me this weekend and we had a really good time. We walked all over the place, had some great meals, saw 'Inside Man,' and got hammered. We had some cocktails and the best conversation of my life. I think my Dad is a near-perfect guy, but he's quiet, so an open free-flowing, quick-witted conversation is a rarity. The only downside to the evening was at about 3 am when my father, rolling out of bed to go to the restroom plummeted from my 6.5 foot tall loft bed. I was on the couch and heard the thud. Luckily everything is fine, he had a few scrapes but is a-okay. When St. Matthew moves out, I have to move into the larger loft-bed-free room.