OK DUDES I was honestly sure I had posted here pretty recently, but no! It was almost a week ago. Perhaps in November I’ll challenge myself to post daily. Please feel free to go ahead and place bets on how long that’ll last, because I think even I would put money on it going fewer than three days. But you never know, as I am very good with a challenge.
Anyway, here are the days of my lives. Tuesday through Thursday last week:– belly dance class (I love it, and also I love what it does to my arms)
– lunch with Chele
– dinner with Cin’s parents at Town Talk
– followed by chillin’ with Kirby, Oscar, and another friend, and later Bill, at Town Talk
– lunch with Matt
– 612 decoration-making and pizza with Kaye and Jumi at my house
– 612 party setup at Cindi’s building
– a visit to see Joe with Kaye Also on Thursday, Team Boobylicious 2007 arose phoenixlike, a mere two months after this year’s walk. Be assured that I will be encouraging you (that’s a nice word for ‘haranguing’, btw) regularly to consider joining us this year; as I’ve mentioned, it may well be the most important thing you’ll ever do. I believe very strongly that we are making a difference, and that someday we will see a cure for breast cancer. When that happens, I’ll probably take a break from the walking. Also, I would like to point out something not commonly known: you can join a team for the 3day and not have to walk 60 miles, just like three of our new teammates have signed up to do. Crew members work an extra day (making it a four-day commitment next August), but don’t have the fundraising minimum that walkers do. Don’t get me wrong; being on crew isn’t easy, either. Obviously, we’d love it if you joined us and helped fundraise, but we’d also just be happy for you to join up and be there. Much of what we do on the 3day is about spreading the word. If you have questions or want more information about our experiences on the 3day, please drop me an email and we’ll discuss. On Friday, I brunched with Kaye and Cindi, we shopped for more party supplies, then I dropped them off to do the hard work while I attended to the important business of getting the party started. I picked up Colleen and Steve (representing the 313) at the airport, and drove them around for a while to see important Twin Cities landmarks like Lake Calhoun, First Avenue, and The Massive Construction Clusterfuck on Hennepin Avenue. I then introduced them to another very important Minneapolis institution, the Greenie. We were driven out of Jaros’ partly by the emptiness of our glasses and need for food, but even moreso by the fact that the bartender (not Danny, thankfully), wanted to have a very long conversation about oral sex and vibrators, which we cheerfully partook in and then escaped at the earliest opportunity. We headed to Keegan’s, had us some food and Johnny Jump-ups, hassled the Jameson ladies about not getting our free whiskey shots fast enough, and eventually ended up winning us some swag once Matt, Julia, and Bill arrived. After a while, we went to pick up more booze for the party at Surdyk’s, and then headed over to the event. The 612 Party was the best party to date, and that, as you know, is saying a lot. We’re not sure how many people were there, but the count is over 60. There were several strangers, a couple of whom even resulted in a Craiglist ‘missed connections’ ad, because my friends loved them so much. The decorations were awesome, thanks to Kaye and Cindi: we had a Minneapolis skyline and ‘612’ made up of post-it notes, a tower of Spam, and a star wall done up to look like First Ave, which everyone signed with sharpies. Our Minnesota-food table featured various Barrel o’ Fun chips, three kinds of bars on sticks, Jello Shot Salad Parfaits (Wendy’s masterpiece from the party cabin, also ridiculously alcoholic), cheese curds, and later some pizzas from Luce that disappeared within 10 minutes of delivery. Matt tended bar (with Sean’s assistance on Puckschlager and Miracle Miles), and this goes a long way towards explaining why nearly everyone there is now unable to remember absolutely everything that happened that night. Oh, and we also dressed up! The star wall idea originally came from my costume; I wore black with white stars with Minneapolis bands on them. The stars all fell off within half an hour, so I’m glad the wall thing was a success. My favorite costume was Bill’s, because he arrived as the tallest, whitest Prince ever. Hysterical. But rather than go on and on about it, I’ll just point you to everybody’s photos from the party. There are 90 so far, and more to be added soon. I got home around 4:30, then got up again at 10 to help with the cleanup. Oh, we were in bad shape. We rolled shopping-cartsful of liquor and other supplies up to Cindi’s apartment (where she stashed them for the next parties, like this weekend), and then reassembled at CC Club for bar brunch, which is really the only good way to deal with a hangover. Except even that didn’t really help; I dropped Colleen and Steve off at Matt’s and went home to try to sleep, and spent the entire afternoon-to-early-evening completely useless. I even started baking, and dozed off in the middle of the process. Saturday night, Cin and I went to Town Talk for dinner. We met up with Bill, and were later joined by the Detroit Crewe, fresh from world-series-watching at Grumpy’s. Aaron treated us very, very well that night, and that is the reason I didn’t get home until 2am. Sunday morning was way-too-early breakfast at Longfellow Grill (I could only manage coffee and toast), then we took Colleen and Steve to see the sculpture garden, as everyone needs to witness the spoon. Motivation lacking, we then mosied on over to Dunn Brothers for a while. Then, sadly, it was time to take them to the airport. I really didn’t want to, but apparently kidnapping is a federal offense. I spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, having dinner with Cin (we almost both fell asleep in our pita basket), going to Walgreens for the rest of my Halloween costume and also the random crap that you get at Walgreens because it’s funny), and then taking a very very long bath. Today I am still feeling the effects of this weekend, and I’m pretty sure that means we win. And now, I am headed to weightlifting class (um, ouch) and then to First Ave to see Jesse ‘Daddy’ Hughes with the Eagles of Death Metal, not to mention Joan Jett: HELL YES. Therefore, muchachos mios, I will talk to you soon.
Jenni