It’s Saturday morning. The duffel is packed with clothes. Sandwiches, snacks and drinks are packed in the cooler. Sleeping bags, camping chairs, pillows, books and magazines, shoes and blankets are piled by the door.

We are embarking on our first weekend trip since… last year, maybe? I grab the door handle, then look back at Kirk. “Are we bringing the tent?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think so. I thought we were sleeping in the back of the car.”

“What? I thought we were going to try to sleep in the tent.”

“What?”

“Remember, last night at REI when I said, ‘Oh I really want to sleep in the tent again, outside, under the stars’?”

“Yeah. But where? We don’t have a campground to go to. Unless you found one. Did you find one?”

“Well, no…”

“Yeah. So. Where are we gonna pitch a tent?”

“Well, I don’t know. On the side of the road?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Okaay… so… we’re gonna sleep in a Wal-Mart parking lot?”

“No, come on. Someplace a little nicer.”

“Target parking lot?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, perfect.”

“We suck at this.”

“Maybe.” ☼