A weekend in the country.

How amusing. How delightfully droll.

I take off this afternoon for a weekend chorus retreat in bucolic Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.

On the agenda:
• endless rehearsals in rooms designed NOT to carry sound
• bonding rituals
• mediocre food
• a couple miles' running if the weather is nice
• the always-fun No Talent Show, for which I didn't prepare anything this year

The place where we're staying is a huge campus of cabins and meeting rooms rendered habitable year-round by a series of glassed-in, above-ground tunnels -- not unlike a giant Habitrail.

And when I get back on Sunday, I have a second date with Red Shirt -- albeit a second date at a crowded street fair with a group of his friends -- some of whom are my friends as well. I can't decide if it will be awkward or fun.

I'll let you know either way.