Last weekend I went to Roanoke, Virginia to see Regan. I had a good time, of course, especially since it had been several weeks since I had seen her. There was a dance at her school (the “Fall Formal”) and I was her date. It was to be a night of glamour and romance, but it turned out to be more miserable than elegant. Both of us were sick, she with the flu and I with a cold, and we were both feeling pretty bad on Saturday night. Regan also lost her voice almost completely. We went to the dance anyway, but only stayed for about two hours, then left. It didn’t seem too great at the time, but I’m already looking back on the weekend with amusement. I’m sure we’ll look back on it and be able to do nothing but smile.