Last night post-gym, Matt and I ventured over to St Paul to give it another chance. It can’t be all bad, right?
We dined at the Lowertown version of the Bulldog, which had good food and good beer, but was insanely loud. I had a conversation with a very drunk girl in the bathroom (it was 6:30pm, mind you) about my t-shirt, which had a Chevelle logo on it. Like the car.
Her: OHMYGOD! I LOVE CHEVELLE! I SAW THEM! AT THEIR CONCERT!
Me: Wow, I didn’t even know they toured anymore!
Her: Yeah! They were at… that place, you know, across the river! (pointing vaguely)
Me: (thinking: Minneapolis?) You mean, um, Harriet Island?
Her: YEAH! Harriet Island! For that Fourth of July thing! With Staind!
So, she saw Chevelle at the Taste of Minnesota. Awesome.
We, on the other hand, saw Unknown Prophets at Mears Park.
It was a great show, though they had to stop a little early for fear of a deluge. The people-watching at Mears Park was pretty amazing, too. There was a lady carrying her dog in a baby backpack, and plenty of hipster and bro-based entertainment. They were supposed to be showing a movie in the park afterwards, but I suspect that may not have happened. The wind was insane.
Once they finished, we walked over to Heartland, because we heard that Adam (of Town Talk fame) was in charge of the bar there. He was indeed working, and we enjoyed his creations immensely. There’s only one downside to Heartland, as far as I could tell: it smelled like cow poop when we walked in. I’m not kidding; they must take that farm-direct thing pretty seriously.
Tonight Lauren and her boyfriend are in town, so we’re going to go see them at Suzi’s! I need to be home pretty early tonight, as Wendy and I have to be up in Maplewood by 8:30am tomorrow for the 3-Day route drive. Which means it’s less than one week til the 3-Day, dudes.
HOLY CRAP.