Hola, muchachas y muchachos.
I was kind of overwhelmed at the prospect of detailing this entire weekend, packed-full as it was, but then Matt took care of it. SCORE! I have but a few things to add to that:- Why is Liquor Lyle’s salty? Go ahead, lick it. You’ll see what I mean.
- I dropped my pants in the women’s room at Lyle’s to show Cindi and Wendy the extremely awesome broomball bruise on my hip. It’s still quite spectacular, and I’d kind of like it to stop hurting right about now.
- Town Talk was the scene of a repeat achievement. I’ll leave it at that.
- Como Zoo was way more cheerful than it’s been in the past (and there are puffins, with which you really can’t go wrong). I think the animals were just excited to see people in that shitty weather. The snow was pelting us so hard we had to cover our faces and follow tracks on the ground.
- Re Shaun of the Dead: really, what is the downside of being a zombie? Just the fact that you’re not technically alive? Or that your diet is limited to brains? It doesn’t seem like such a bad gig to me; after all, you could just be the boring, buried-in-the-ground kind of dead. I think I could rock zombiedom. I’ve had practice!
- Why didn’t it occur to us to just lift Miguel from his snowed-in spot instead of pushing him? I’m sure we could’ve managed it. I might have had to take the logs out of the boot, though.
- (Boot. Haha.)
- OH MAN, I really loved the Timberwolves game. It was the combination of the players’ attitudes, the music, the hockeylike pace of the game, and the fact I got to see a player rip off his tearaway pants in one very swift motion. Yeah, we’re going again.
- It’d have been an extra bonus had the Gophers played last weekend. Strangely, I’m missing 4+ hours of my life, and I could swear I remember walking to Mariucci Arena. But no, total blank.
- Oh yeah, we had a massive snowstorm last weekend, too. It seems that was big news. We just took advantage and made snow angels at 2am.