Happy Tuesday!
First, some bidness of great importance! I would like to announce the official launch of TeamBoobylicious.com, our 3day team’s blog. Please check it out. While you are there, please note that you may now register for trivia at Hubert’s! We’ll have cash and other prizes, and the folks there are kindly offering us happy hour pricing all night long. It’s going to be good stuff, dudes. Also, I listed a pair of really cute fingerless gloves on Etsy for fundraisin’ purposes. I like them a lot, and will probably be making more of them soon. Possibly for myself, even. And now it’s time for the lengthy best-weekend-ever update. This one was an extended version. Friday night, Cindi and Matt and I went to Lyle’s to watch the Gophers game. We hadn’t been there in what felt like a very long time, but we seem to have maintained our ‘regular’ status. Besides the hockey victory, the most exciting thing there was the douchebag convention, which we inventoried for SCIENCE; I was just about to share this list with you until I realized it was marginally offensive. Never mind! If you want to see it, it’s in my purse. Saturday, we convened for brunch at the Uptown Bar. Now, we had debated locales earlier in the week, and this led me to realize that there is always a flowchart in my brain when it comes to brunch. I will perhaps draw this up when I have time, because it’s important to know that the Uptown Bar is the choice you arrive at by following the arrow from HASHBROWNS? (yes) to CHEEZ? (yes). [Note: If you take HASHBROWNS? (yes) to CHEEZ? (no), you arrive at Triple Rock.] Post-cheez, the boy headed home to watch sports while the girls went to the mall. Wait, read that again. It’s amusing me a lot. Anyway, Cindi, Wendy, Jumi and I headed to the Mall of America for the Knit-Out. It ended up being surprisingly good; we got a ton of free stuff, Jumi and Cindi learned to crochet, and Wendy got slapped around by a crabby old lady who didn’t really feel like teaching anyone to knit. Also, I made Wendy shop with me, because obviously it was critically important that I buy hairspray, perfume, and a hoodie. For god’s sake, if it wasn’t a sports-related hoodie, I’d think I’d gone over the girly edge. Whew. Afterward, Cindi and I went to the park down the street from mi casa to skate. I haven’t ice-skated in the out-of-doors since I was a little kid, and the warmer weather made that prospect very exciting. I was very pleased to learn that the park at 38th and Bryant has a warming house, complete with hockey and broomball equipment, hot chocolate, and a somewhat senile attendant who yells ‘CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR!’ at everyone who enters, and will point out the pile of skates you can borrow for free, even while you are lacing up the ones you already own. We skated for a bit, then rushed back into the building for hockey sticks. This, my friends, further cemented the idea of THE BEST WEEKEND EVER TIMES INFINITY AT LEAST UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND. I found that I don’t worry half as much about falling down while chasing the puck around, because I’m too focused on that to notice my balance. I’m still bad at stopping, but that just means I’ll be extra-awesome at checking people into the boards. Matt and I chillaxed for a while in the afternoon, and then met up with Wendy for the Mardi Gras show at Famous Dave’s, featuring the Jack Brass Band. They play public shows far too seldom, which means you are totally missing out, dudes. We got giant medallions, and a drunk girl in the bathroom gave me beads, even though I didn’t show her my boobs at all! Erica joined us, then Cindi, then some friends of Wendy’s; we distributed rounds of shots, watched the Gophers sweep Colorado College, and round about 10pm, finally managed to get a table and have dinner. After that, it only made sense to go to the Otter. Matt sang, and the rest of us played the naked lady matching game. It’s a fun experiment to see how your naked lady matching skillz decrease going from sober to, well, how you wind up when you leave the Otter. Again: SCIENCE. Sunday morning (well, sort of), we went to Town Talk for brunch, and to wish them happy first-anniversary. I would be totally OK with the local press forgetting that place exists, since they now write about them every week as if it was the only awesome restaurant in Minneapolis, and it’s crowded all the time. While it is the most awesome restaurant in Minneapolis, I don’t want everyone knowing that. Um, I should shut up now. Also, I found this lurking in the bathroom. Usually I only find my friends and Mexican Wrestlers in there. After the brunchin’, we braved the lesser twin to see Baseball as America at the Minnesota History Center. I confess I’d been avoiding the place simply because my mom loves it so much (based on the logic that my mom also loves Sam’s Club), but I was very impressed with the building, and the exhibit was great, even for someone generally apathetic about baseball. Also, give me a tiny bit of photography knowledge, and I become a critic: I had to examine all the newspaper photos to see how I would take them differently. NERD. In another exhibit, we found a boxcar, so we got to be hoboes for a while, too. We shopped at the Midtown Exchange for supplies for an Indian meal that never actually happened that night; we ended up watching movies and distracting ourselves in various ways until dinner became grilled cheese around 9pm. Which was excellent regardless. In fact, the entire weekend was so awesome, we decided to continue it; Matt already had President’s Day off, and I was quite easily convinced. We slept til 11 on Monday. When I emerged from indoors to go feed las gatas and run errands, I discovered it was summer, and I had picked exactly the right day to not be at work. I opened my windows at home, I drove with the sunroof vent open, and I got Miguel a fancy car wash, where I discovered that he’s actually sparkly black with silver stripes, and not, in fact, the color of dirt. Who knew? In the afternoon, Matt and I went for a walk along Minnehaha Creek up to Lake Harriet, and then got around to making the Indian feast. It was immensely satisfying to cook, and we have food to last us until the end times, or at least lunches for the next week. And now, dudes, I have to go think about some work-things, and then go outside, because I hear it’s still nice out there. And hey! My interview in Metro is going to run in the April issue. The very exciting thing about that is that it’s not about 404lab, but this here site itself. GUYS, THIS IS BIG NEWS. Ok, really. Now I’m done. Tschuss!Jenni