Listen. It’s gorgeous outside. The snow mold is gone, and this guy just arrived.
Monday night, I went to see Ted Leo at First Ave with Matt, Julia, and Doran. The show was awesome, way better than I expected. Even though there was a really creepy bee-thing on stage that I couldn’t stop staring at. What? He was staring at me, too.
An important part of any trip to First Ave is a visit to one of the last stalls in the women’s restroom. If you’re unfamiliar, you should know that one of the walls is just a giant window looking out onto 2nd Avenue. The first time I went in there, I assumed that the window was shaded so people couldn’t see in. I learned much later that this is entirely incorrect. So I get a lot of joy out of mooning Minneapolis.
Right after I took that picture, I noticed a guy out having a smoke break across the street, staring into the bathroom windows. You know, I’d totally do that, too.
Last night, Matt and I went out for St Patrick’s Day. We had dinner at Senor Wong (why wouldn’t you have Asian-Mexican fusion on an Irish holiday?), which was surprisingly excellent – we’d even be willing to return to St Paul to go there again!! Then we hung out at the Hat Trick, which is basically the greatest way to spend a drinking holiday without wanting to punch all the douchehats on West Seventh. And the best part was that we got home early enough to be entirely functional today. Which is good, because it’s Wendy’s birthday, and there will be happy hour before bowling.
I’ve been busily working on selling our Final Five tickets this week, and it’s gone surprisingly well. Though I was only asking face value for them, I came out at least $70 ahead. Having awesome seats is totally worthwhile, whether you’re at the games or not! I have my last meeting tomorrow, and then I’ll be taking my monster stack of $20s to the bank.
After paying my sister back for her tickets, that money will go straight to my new car account. Between that and my Google Ads payment at the end of the month, I think it’ll be about time to start the car-selling process! But first, I need to get the tires swapped out (not before the potholes are fixed, holy crap), and have that piece put on the back. After all, what’s the point of driving a GTO if the giant namebadge on the back isn’t there?