They always remind me of the first time Carl and I had a serious conversation about our past relationships. We were in Montana at Ryan’s dad’s house (in the hot tub, just the two of us all night, literally talking till sunrise), on the Montana trip where Awkward Girl completely took over and forgot her ID, making it impossible to get into a single bar in Canada even though she was the only person underage and therefore the only reason we went to Canada in the first place . . . good times. : ) I would much later discover that the chemicals in hot tubs make Carl itch so badly he can hardly stand it for longer than about an hour. The things men will do for love . . .
