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Labor Day was a total disappointment. Not a terrible, horrible, you're-going-to-jail sort of day, but every little bit of excitement I felt was squashed later by failure and defeat.

Example: Derek and I wanted to go to lunch, and after two rounds of frisbee golf, we were seeking many, many calories with which to fuel our respective bodies. Alas, it was too late in the day for pizza buffet, and Derek doesn't like americanized-chinese-buffet. Struck by the brilliant idea to go to Joe DiMaggio's, an underappreciated sports bar downtown, we hightailed it in anticipation of burger goodness, with maybe a Twins game to entertain us during lulls in the conversation (you know, lest we start talking like an old married couple). Upon our arrival, we discover that Joe's is closed for Labor Day. WHAT KIND OF RESTAURANT CLOSES ON LABOR DAY??!!! (Derek's answer: the kind that is always empty during the day anyhow.)

Example: Derek and I are probably the two best Dr. Mario players in the world. I am only speaking with a little bit of hyperbole; if there were a world championship of obscure puzzle games, and Dr. Mario was among them, Derek and I would be serious contenders. That afternoon, we were consumed with the desire to play Dr. Mario. It was not as simple as just going home, putting the cartridge in the N64, and going at it; no, that would be out of sync with the Labor Day vibe. First, we had to re-acquire my Nintendo 64 from Peter, to whom I had loaned it a year or two ago (I don't really remember, but it was a long time).

After a few minutes of searching, it was reasonably clear that Peter had lost my nintendo. (lesson: DO NOT LEND PETER ANYTHING.) Finding another N64 was easy; there are used ones all over town. Finding Dr. Mario is difficult; apparently, everyone that owns it wants to keep it. Not a single copy of this sweet, sweet game was to be found anywhere in town. Disgrace, defeat, disappointment... stupid labor day.

So that's why Labor Day sucks.