In my defense, it still wasn't raining when we reached Lake Minnetonka. But then, we couldn't smooch in the moonlight either because the moon was buried beneath clouds that should've been a warning to me to stop ignoring the weather report and the lightning.
What can I say? I'm stubbornly hopeful. Or maybe hopefully stubborn? Either way, instead of my romantic moonlight kiss, I got to ride the last few miles in something like this:
Of course, I added to the romanticness of all of this by nearly riding head on into the curb. Rumor has it I made some sort of tortured cat noise right before I somehow managed to get my body off the bike before I faceplanted.
Thank goodness, because it would really suck to end a romantic evening with a road-rashed face.
Instead, it ended in the bar with a little whisky, hot cocoa and Bailey's. Who says a little rain has to ruin an evening?