sick = photo post!

I got sick Thursday night between the hours of 9pm and 11pm. SERIOUSLY. I was not happy about it. Friday, Matt and I had dinner at Harry Singh’s in the midst of the insane downpour. The streets in South Minneapolis flooded. I’ve never seen waves on Nicollet Avenue before. (Here’s a video.) When a fire truck sped by, the waves ...

USA! USA!

The US just won their group and advances to the group of 16 in the World Cup, and they did so in a way that could not have been more dramatic. I spent the entire game miserable, marveling at the not one but two good goals that the referees waved off, which would’ve made it decisive much sooner than it ...

the yanks are coming.

It wasn’t til after Mexico-Bafana Bafana that I realized how much coffee I’ve consumed today. My legs are moving of their own volition. I love the World Cup!!! (So does Bally, obviously.) We hung our US-supporting flag in the porch window. We’re a little worried that our neighbors won’t get it, and will think we’re republicans or something. We briefly ...