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establishment, my co-workers are such pranksters. I actually laughed about the incident for the first time today because of them. They really are good people.
     
    “So this means we get to reenact the wedding night?” Mason says after I get home from work. We haven’t really talked since the photo incident. I still find pictures that I missed around the house. There were two pictures in each bathroom and one in the kitchen that I didn’t see until today.
    “Absolutely not! You’re a pig,” I scream and glare at him. “We will be staying in two separate bedrooms. If I had it my way, it would be two separate hotels, or even cities but you have to stay at the same place just in case something jars your memory. I would stay at another hotel but I have a credit at the spa that I am not giving up.”
    “When do we leave?” he asks.
    “Next week after my presentation at work. That way I can be stress free and fully relaxed, except for the fact that I have to remarry the person I despise the most. You know Mason, you really suck the fun out of everything!” I say stalking out of the living room and into my bedroom.
    The next week with Mason is torturous. For the first half of the week he took out all of his old CD’s and pulled out the stereo from the closet. He sang along to all of the songs and listened to everything from Johnny Cash to N’Sync. We were both shocked that he remembered every word to ‘Bye, Bye, Bye’ and some of the dance moves to go along with it. I was so sick of listening to music all night after work that I spent a few evenings at Drey’s.
    The rest of the week he spent working out and shopping for clothes for our trip. The man still knows how to dress even in his current state.
    Friday was pretty eventful though. I took the day off and started my vacation early. I decided I would try to reenact some more of our past to trigger his memory. I am desperate to have my life back to normal so I need to try everything.
    “Mason, will you grab the fishing poles out of the garage and put them in my car?” I call at him from my bedroom.
    “Sure,” he says and I hear the door out to the garage close. Mason used to fish all the time with his dad when he was younger. He took me a few times when we first started dating so I thought this might help him out in the memory department. I don’t know a lot about the sport but I know the basics. I used to go when I was little too.
    “What are fishing poles?” he says coming back in the house. Sometimes I forget that he doesn’t know anything. How do I even explain this?
    “Um, they are in a bucket in the corner of the garage I think.” I hear the door close again.
    I have to act like I really like fishing if this is going to be a real reenactment. When we first started dating, like any girl, I pretended to be really into what Mason was into. When we would go, I would pretend that I was having the time of my life baiting my hook, but I was really only having fun because I was with him.
    I settled for skinny jeans and a long sleeve black shirt for today’s excursion. I can just wear flip flops since we will be fishing from shore.
    “Ok, everything is packed and ready to go,” he says standing in my bedroom doorway watching me fight with my hair. A pony tail it is.
    “Alright, let’s do this.” I climb into the car and am immediately annoyed. He set the fishing poles in the back so the tip of them is in between our faces. What makes it worse is that there are two bright green metal lures at the end of the fishing line that clank together at any movement in the car. “Unbelievable,” I scoff getting out of the car. I rearrange the bucket so the tips of the poles are hanging over the back seat, then climb back in the driver’s seat.
    “Good call,” Mason says with a dumb grin on his face. Sometimes men don’t think at all.
    We cruise down the 520 in silence until we take the exit for Lake Washington.
    “This is a beautiful lake,” he admires as