Shortest North Dakota trip, ever

CC and I drove up to Fargo on Thursday. We were going to spend the night hanging out with my little brother who's in college in Moorhead, continuing on Friday to Jamestown to spend the weekend with my parents.

I called Mom to let her know we'd arrived safely in Fargo and she asked if I'd connected with Dad - he'd been calling repeatedly. She told me she'd been working all week to prepare a room for me and a room for CC - and would that be acceptable? I calmly said no. Then she asked if they could pay for a hotel room - I said that was fine.

We then tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to have a fun night with my brother.

When we got to our hotel, I checked and my father had left the following voicemail:

"Yeah Nathan, this is your Dad. Um, I understand that you have not, that we were expecting you to be communicated with one way or another but I understand it’s not done but here’s the bottom line. For your visit with us this, um, weekend we are preparing separate bedrooms for you and for Cory and expect that your sleeping will be in accordance with that. If you feel that this is, um, an inconvenience to you both and, um, you feel that’s unacceptable, we will, um, pay for, um, staying at a hotel while you’re there. This is very distressing to your mother and, um, and that’s why it needs to be talked about because, ah, we’re concerned.
We very much still want you to come visit us and, um, pray this isn’t going to be an issue because we love you both dearly. But as you know what, you know how we feel about the issue, so. Call me if um, later, if you um want. But, um, this needs to be talked about. Or at least you need to be aware of this. Thanks. Love you very much. Bye." [my italics]

We drove back to Minneapolis on Friday.