Things started out so auspiciously for Zeke, the wayward protagonist of the stirical novel, My American Unhappiness, by Dean Bakopoulos.
Thirteen dollar Belgian beers are quite potent, it turns out. Elizabeth and I walk, arm in arm, down Monroe Street and she suggests we walk to the lake. It's a cool night, and we huddle together out of both drunkeness and cold. The stars are out and when we get to the lake, she leaning in so close to me that I can feel her heartbeat, we sit on a bench and look up at the sky.Zeke, of course blows it -- hilariously. One of my favorite scenes in a novel set in Madison.