Hello, internet. I hope all of you got outside today, because it is beautiful out there.
Last night, Wendy and Cindi and I went to Lyle’s to watch the Gophers continue their (now 8-game) winning streak, with a glorious overtime win against UMD. Lyle’s was kind enough to time happy hour to coincide with the third period, and we did indeed take advantage. There was Journey and Poison on the jukebox, a toilet paper battle in the bathroom, and a cockroach that tried to join us for a drink. On the way out, we continued our Lyle’s-licking tradition, and even convinced a guy outside smoking to give it a try. I’m pretty sure he’ll never be the same. We went downtown close to 10 for the very important business of dancing. Wendy found a crucifix in the parking lot, which accompanied us into Foundation, my new Favorite Place Ever. There were $2 drinks until 11, then $3 drinks til midnight; I introduced myself to the cute bathroom attendant and then forgot her name instantly; we danced in a crowd that was somewhat not-our-scene-at-all, but the music was great, and I pretty much didn’t notice the existence of other humans anyway. I had very important dancing to do. And this, I should note, is something I could easily do every day. ‘Round about the end of the $3 specials, we crossed the street to the 90s, and danced for a couple more hours. The ride home is remarkably fuzzy, but I remember a lot of yelling and evasive manuevers from the cops on horses. We all got home alive, although it took me a good hour to make the difficult transition from my couch to the bed. Today I’ve spent all the nonbrunch hours of the day knitting, because I’m very very excited about the convertible mittens. The first one came out perfectly, and will have a supersecret bonus when they’re complete. My very ambitious plans for the evening include more knitting and a bath, and possibly even a movie if I feel up to putting on pants again. Something tells me that’s unlikely, though. And here as my gift to you is the text of the note Wendy and I found on the ground last night. I love it. Kirstin-- Your anger isn’t helping anything
- Your anger isn’t helping you
- You did your very best
- What am I supposed to learn from this
- How do you go forward in emotional sobriety
- Time to take some deep breaths
- The party of you that wants to feel wonderful – you’re still wonderful no matter what happens
REMEMBER THAT, OK?
Jenni