I have returned to work not entirely willingly from the Best Weekend Ever, part 3409!
Friday night, we had the Bum Wine Tasting. The concept was based on the fact we’re nowhere near pretentious enough for a wine tasting, but bum wines are just funny. As were the food pairings; we had things like fried Spam served in a tin can, a metal bucket of Donettes, store-brand Chicken-in-a-Bisket with Kraft singles, snack cakes, and chocolate frosting served in its plastic container. It was CLASSY. The best part is that nobody puked, nothing was spilled or broken, and no one went blind. At least not yet; it’s possible the effects may take some time to kick in. Saturday, we did some very exciting errand-running, including a stop at the T-Mobile store to look at new phones. I ended up with the Samsung T729, also known as the BLAST, an item I was not aware of until I saw 8,000,000 promotions for it at Bumbershoot. I’m liking it a ton so far, despite having to learn a new semi-qwerty keypad, and the fact I have to redo my entire address book AGAIN, dammit. Which reminds me, if anyone can recommend a very excellent and portable (i.e. good import/export capabilities) contact manager on the internet, I would be very grateful. Gmail’s does not even come close to functional. Saturday night, a bunch of us went down to see the P.O.S. show at the Entry. Since Wendy did a very thorough and entertaining writeup already, I’m not going to bother recapping the whole thing. Just know that it was honestly the best show I’ve ever seen. When we left at 2am, it was hard to just head home; we were still going a million miles an hour. It was unbelievable. Yesterday, we tailgated with Kris and Orsi and a bunch of their friends at the Thunder game. It was the last game of the season, and actually packed for once. We arrived there without tickets, and some guy was walking around passing out free ones to people in the parking lot. Score! We were also there to hear about how the team was just sold, and the new owners have an eye toward possibly making it an MLS team someday! After the game, we all went over to the Dubliner for pub quiz. We did not win, but were very close to the frightening geniuses who did. Also, drinks there are almost Wisconsin-cheap. Upon returning home, we were far too excited to watch Rock of Love (seriously, if you are not watching this phenomenally-alarming trainwreck, you are making a huge mistake) and Feasting on Asphalt, the episode in which Alton Brown gets a tattoo at Uptown. VERY EXCITING. I’m sad he didn’t get it from Jon, though. This morning, it took me a mere 13 hours to get to work. Or it felt like it. The Diamond-Lake bridge near Matt’s has been out forever (I hear it’s rebuilt now, but not open til the end of the year), and today I discovered that 50th Street is closed as well. This means 46th Street, and holy shit. It was slow before they started shutting down all the roads in south Minneapolis. There’s no way to even cross the highway and take Park into downtown, because all the damn bridges are closed. Dear MN-DOT: you know people live in those neighborhoods you’ve closed off, right? Also, today is decidedly not flipflop weather, and I am wholly unprepared. I might even have to move my extensive hoodie collection to the front of the closet. To make up for shivering in the morning and having to wear closed-toed shoes, however, we have HOCKEY SEASON. And in other very important news: today is my 10-month anniversary with Matt. Not to make you all throw up in your mouths or anything, but it really does get better every single day. Hooray!!Jenni