As Claudia says: Hey ho!
(To which you respond, “Are you calling me a ho?”) Sooo, the best weekend ever. Again. Friday night, Cindi, Matt, Wendy, Stephanie and I convened at Grumpy’s for pregame entertainment and to meet Cindi’s cousin Josh and his wife from Fargo. They were extremely awesome, and this made their Sioux-fandom partially forgivable. We caravaned over to Mariucci Arena, where we lost a couple hours of our lives. I really don’t remember it at all; I must’ve blacked out. I can’t even remember why I was there. We recovered consciousness back at Grumpy’s and reclaimed our former table, now joined by Bill and Katie. Mr Jealousy appeared a while later, which is why I was somewhat relieved at the suggestion that we move on to Nye’s. We did so and ended the night in spectacular fashion when Cindi got knocked hard in the head with a glass by the server (though she didn’t really feel it at the time), and was brought a piece of consolation birthday cake to make up for it. I also found half a gin-and-tonic in the bathroom stall and tried to get Katie-from-Fargo to drink it, but no go. Apparently North Dakotans have to spend some time here before they start making truly poor decisions. There was no Saturday morning, because we didn’t get up til afternoon, when it was time to go to brunch at Town Talk. We shopped at Southdale, then spent the afternoon and evening sitting around in pajama bottoms. You see where I’m going with this best weekend ever thing? Yeah. We did have to put pants on to walk over to Kowalski’s for enchilada fixins, but it was worth it. Again, there was another couple-hour period I don’t quite remember. We were watching FSN, and then nothing. A total blank. I hear that people sometimes get amnesia just to block out painful memories. Round about 10:30, I again donned pants and went to meet up with Cindi and Wendy for some dancin’ at the 90s. It was so cold outside that the drag show wasn’t as crowded as usual, so we got to sit and watch it for a while. And then we danced, in the way you can only really get away with at the 90s: on tables, cubes, on stage, possibly even on furniture. And at one point, I’m pretty sure I heard porn music coming from the restroom. Just sayin’. We experienced about an hour of Sunday morning, but only because brunch at Hell’s Kitchen was scheduled for noon. There were ten of us there, and I would just like to say that getting together with a big group of people for stuff like that is one of my favorite things ever. Also, they have possibly the best brunch on earth. Don’t tell Town Talk. Brunch was followed by a short nap (to make up for the a.m. awake-time, I think), then the responsible stuff: I cleaned my apartment so much it squeaked. Or maybe that was when I stepped on Chiva’s tail, but I swear it was a mistake. Anyway, when I finished that, I hopped in the bathtub and achieved possibly my most important life-goal to date: I knitted while bathing. It’s not easy, but I did it. I continued knitting in front of my computer, watching Babel, which I totally didn’t download illegally off the internet because it was right there and available to me. I got about an hour and a half into the movie and would’ve hurled myself out the window, had I not been too depressed to do so. It’s a good movie, but goddamn. I still have twenty minutes to go on it, and I’m not looking forward to that at all. Last night, Matt and I went to see Smokin’ Aces, which was WAY more awesome than I expected, and then we ate leftover enchiladas and played canasta and also I knitted a squid. Seriously, it is the cutest thing you will ever see. In about 20 minutes, I’m going to go home and weave in the loose ends and then I will show you my squid, and you can fully expect to die from cuteness. I’ve already done so 20 times myself. And, um, guys? Just so you know, we’re not talking about hockey right now. Jenni