Um yeah, I’m terrible at this updating thing. Hi! I’m back.
You know what’s probably a good indicator of the best weekend ever? Hurting all over. Everywhere. Ow. And here is last week, in extremely rushed format, with which you are all well-acquainted by now! tuesdayKaye and I rode the rollercoaster at the mall, and yelled a lot. wednesday
Phenomenally PMSy, I needed to sit outside on a patio in the sun, and Cindi needed a cocktail; therefore, Suzi’s. We met Bill with his softball-pals at Jaro’s, and then I saw one of them flashing the secret signal for the DOUBLE DEUCE. When it was discovered that neither she nor I had ever been to a strip club, our fate was decided. It’s not even a strip club, it’s a dive bar with strippers in the back room on a table. The next time I go to a strip club, I at least know with certainty that it’s a step up from the Deuce. Provided it’s not the Skyway, of course, home of the one-armed stripper. Dang. thursday
I went to the dentist, and I am never going back to this particular dentist, as she almost made me cry with her crabby poking-around. I’ve developed a phobia about the dentist since my root-canal incident, so I hate going. Also, I think it’s funny that they tell me I’m doing everything perfectly (electric toothbrush, daily flossing, flouride), and yet somehow I still need $2,000 in dental work. The hygienist says I’m just unlucky with my teeth. I talked on the phone with Lauren for a very long time, then joined everyone for an evening with Luce and Joe, who invented a shot known as the ‘angry poontang’. Clearly, Joe rules. friday
Cindi, Kaye, and I went to brunch at Al’s Breakfast. I’d probably go there all the time if it wasn’t for the waiting-in-line whilst watching people eat. In the afternoon, I accompanied Cin to her tattoo-appointment at Uptown. I talked to Jon about the fact that everyone loves the design he did for me, and also about my next one (having been there to watch, I’m now itching for one badly, but I’ll wait til after vacation). He says this spot is going to hurt. I’m good at picking those, obviously. After that, we went to a sex toy party, and then to partake in the completion of the Greenie Century. I’m pretty sure my favorite moment of the night was when Pete emptied the contents of something like 40 snappers onto the table (in a quest to make a giant one), and they blew up. Well, that or the drag-race with Amman, the unwilling taxi driver. Or when Pete and Wendy and I traded off the motorcycle helmet in order to punch each other in the head. Or when we all put on lipstick and kissed each other on the cheek. No, we’re adults. Really. saturday
Matt and I went to Hiphop n’ Harmony in Geneva, Minnesota, near Albert Lea. I’m not sure I can effectively convey how great this show was, so instead I’ll do my usual bulleting, and you can look at the pictures:
- All the sets were fantastic. All of them, even the DJs’ stuff in between. I was freaking out about how great Unknown Prophets and Doomtree were, and then Lyrics Born closed it down. It was seriously unbelievable. I’ve never loved a show as much as I did that one, and that’s saying a hell of a lot.
- I ended up right at the stage for the very end of the show. Did I mention it was great? It was over way too soon.
- I’m so sore from dancing. I’m so sore from camping, because at one point I lost the sleeping bag and was just sleeping on the floor of the tent.
- I have a split lip, a burn-blistered thumb, and several mystery bruises. AWESOME.
- We hung out inside a log. We sent a Dodgeball from inside a log. We got mad at the other bitches who went inside our log.
- One of these days, I’m finally going to have no fear of port-a-potties. Some still remains.
- They told us they sold something like 600 tickets. It was a small, enthusiastic crowd at an ideal little venue in the middle of nowhere. The camping grounds are great, and the staff is totally laid-back. Their only rules were no guns, no glass, and no driving after the show. That’s excellent. Since I’ll probably never be able to stop talking about how great it was, I’ll just move on to sunday:
- I washed up in the bathroom at the TA truck stop we visited twice. HOT. Also, I bought mudflap girls, because how could I not?
- We went to Iowa, because it was there. We were impressed with their hospitality.
- The Spam Museum is even better the second time, as is the store.
- There were Amish people dining at the Mexican place we had lunch at in Austin. I wanted to go up and introduce myself by my Amish name, Chastity. I think they’d have been down.
Upon our return to the 612, I took the longest shower possible, mostly because it took an extremely long time to get all the dirt off my feet and legs. Then I picked Cindi up, and we headed down to the Guthrie for their grand opening, because who should be playing the last show of the night but P.O.S.?
Here is my little review of the new Guthrie: it’s a very cool building, better looking on the inside than out (the outside looks like an IKEA warehouse with giant LED scrolling text). It was mucho mas crowded, because they had several events going on. The theatre we were in was very nice, a giant red-velvet room with a sort of burlesque flair. However, this was not the appropriate venue for a hiphop show. Like, seats? They’re a problem. They couldn’t get the sound up very high (if you can’t feel your organs being vibrated around inside your body, it’s nowhere near loud enough). Also, there were a lot of old people there, seemingly confused by their surroundings. However! We got down to the front, so we could dance and scream and not be too bothered by the suckiness of the rest of the crowd. I got to see P.O.S. (and Doomtree, because they came out for a few songs) twice in one weekend. By the last couple songs, I was right at the stage, and afterwards I got to shake his hand, so I might have swooned just a little. And then we all rushed outside to see the fireworks they were setting off over the Stone Arch Bridge. It was beautiful outside, and there were people everywhere, and it was one of those moments where I was pretty convinced there is no place better than Minneapolis, and that this is the best summer of my life. Seeing how much I have condensed and omitted, I believe the only thing I could possibly wish for right now is more time, because everything else is just about as good as it could possibly get. And now I have to go pore over my lists, because on Friday I’m going to Alaska!! I’ll stop back before I go, though. Pinky-swear.Jenni