Dear everyone,
What’s today? Yes, it is indeed once again the AWESOMEST DAY EVER. First of all, please mark your calendars with a big red Sharpie: May 20th is the BOOBY-Q. It will be in Eagan. It will benefit Team Boobylicious, of course. And it will be awesome. So, this week I’ve mostly been doing going-out things and house-things and party-things, which makes it pretty much the same as any other week, and that’s a good thing. I have some good recipes for Cinco de Mayo, enough tortilla chips to feed the entire Mexican army (yes, I invited them), enough liquor to make them have to all crash on my floor, and a very sexy pinata full of supersecret things. [I’d put the tilde over the n, but xml no like and I’m too lazy to look up how to do it correctly.] Last night we went for a long walk, and someone was drunk, and that someone was not me, which made it really, really funny. We had dinner at Gigi’s, and even though they keep changing how that place works (sometimes it’s like a coffeeshop, sometimes a little cafe, sometimes more like a real restaurant), the food continues to be amazing and very vege-friendly. I love having it as my neighbor. Around 10:30, Jon came and picked me up and I got to ride a motorcycle for the first time in my entire life. I spent the first 5 minutes giggling about wearing a helmet, the first mile wondering where exactly I was going to fall off on Lyndale Avenue, and then I relaxed and it was great. We delivered two bottles of Everclear to Cindi, because she’s making redeye for my party, and then he drove me around the city and on freeways like a maniac just to scare me, I think. It did scare me a little, but in an extremely awesome and endorphinated way, so that by the time I got home at midnight I couldn’t sleep for a very long time thereafter. So much fun. It’s like Miguel, only even faster and with the constant fear of death. Now I want to go again. Tonight is going to be yet another adventure in community-ed craziness: my sister and I are taking didgeridoo class. It’s going to be hard not to laugh the whole time, but if I made it through train-driving class, I can make it through anything. It’s time to be outdoors, dudes! Jenni