Memoirs of a Weekend in Milwaukee

I would like to tell you about my weekend in Milwaukee with Holly, but I'm struggling to find the balance in between informational and intrusive. I'm tempted to just give an itinerary of events, but somehow I think that leaving all perspective and reaction out of the accounting would make for a pretty boring post. The whole dilemma reminds me of an excerpt from the opening paragraph of Doestoevsky's, The Adolescent; a book which I picked up this weekend. He writes:

I am not a literary man, do not want to be a literary man, and would consider it base and indecent to drag the insides of my soul and a beautiful description of my feelings to their literary marketplace. I anticipate with vexation, however, that it seems impossible to do entirely without the description of feelings and without reflections (maybe even banal ones): so corrupting is the effect of any literary occupation of a man, even if it is undertaken only for oneself. The reflections may even be very banal, because something you value yourself will quite possibly have no value in a stranger's eyes.

I'm going to try something new and just list random good memories from the weekend. They are not in any particular order, chronological or otherwise.

• Watching Holly laugh as she discovered the picture that I picked for myself on her smell phone.
• Getting "lost" in the corn maze at the Miller Horticultural Domes.
• Using the wrong inflection and saying, "I liked that?" when what I really meant was "I liked that!". Holly, unphased by the question responds, "Yes, I think you did".
• Listening to a bunch of hair stylists shout at each other in Ukranian while waiting for Holly to get her hair done.
• Doing about 90 miles per hour down I94 from Madison to Milwaukee trying desperately not to be late for my breakfast date with Holly.
• Being treated to breakfast at Perkins by Holly. She sneakily stole the check while I was in the bathroom.
• Hanging out with Mom (Holly's Mom) before going out to the movies on Saturday night.
• Staying up all night with Holly before my 6:30AM flight back home on Sunday.
• Standing at Holly's workplace amongst the jobless, homeless and disabled all dapperred up, reeking of cologne, and holding a dozen roses in my hand waiting very nervously and uncomfortably for Holly to finish up with her client and come meet me.
• Seeing the look on Holly's face when she realized that I had actually flown all the way from Utah to take her out to lunch in Milwaukee.
  
• Hearing the phrase, "I can't believe you are actually here in Milwaukee", about a 100 times while we were having lunch together.
• Hearing about one of Holly's friends asking her, "What did you do to him in Mankato???"