classy bitch!

Happy spring, muchachos!

Hey, I’m anticipating. Here are four photos of the same thing, because I couldn’t choose. To remind you that there’s not much winter left: [one two three four]. Also, here are some cats, because everybody loves photos of cats: [one two].

Today we celebrate the dead guys that made the presidency what it is today. Great work, dudes!

So, OK! My weekend, in condensed form. I wouldn’t want to overload the internet with awesomeness.

Friday night, we went to see the Gophers play Denver, which was the top-ranked team in the WCHA until this weekend. The game was the best I’ve ever seen: people screaming about bad penalties, fighting, all-around good playing. I learned what makes something a delayed penalty, which had always confused me. The last period, I was so tense and excited that my shoulders were sore the next day. I’m going to be in bad shape during the playoffs.

Also, I may have to mention yet again how in love I am with Kellen Briggs. I’d rough his goaltender.*

Saturday morning, I worked on my knitting, lest I fall behind in the Knitting Olympics and only get a bronze. I finished my first mitten, and started on the second! This may surprise you, but I have pictures, too!!

making the thumb
the palm
the back (it’ll look a lot cleaner once it’s blocked)

Saturday evening, I went over to the parents’ house (the parents are currently in Florida, in case you’re keeping tabs on them) to watch the second Denver game with my sister. I finagled this perfect setup in which I could do my laundry, use her superfancy treadmill, and then watch hockey ALL IN THE SAME PLACE. So, I decided to run again on the treadmill, and there was something about the fact that I wasn’t in the gym being all competitive that made it so I could run for almost an hour. 50 minutes running, 25 walking. It didn’t even make me tired, but it did indeed make me sore. Also, I can’t help but notice that I get a way more effective workout on the elliptical with less perceived exertion, but still. 50 minutes straight is more than I’ve ever run in my life. So that’s a really good thing.

I bailed with about 10 minutes left in the third period, but the game was a guaranteed win anyway. 5-1, and it was surprisingly boring compared to Friday night. The Gophers are now #1 in both the WCHA and NCAA. HOT.

I met Tom, Jason, and Jane at the 90s. We watched the drag show for a while, but spent most of the night dancing in the retro bar. If you want a really awesome boy to go dancing with, Jason is the one. He’s so much fun. Also, one thing that must be noted about the 90s is that the drinks are stronger than anywhere else in the known universe, and they’re cheap. We were doing fine until Jane decided we needed to do shots. I remember finishing it and saying, “OK, we’re going to go sit down now!” I remember us slumping on the couch, trying not to die of horror and hysterics at the guy who was shirtless and feeling himself up while dancing. I remember meeting some of Tom and Jason’s friends, but I don’t remember their names. I remember trying to do a horrible version of the electric slide. The lights came up at 1am and they booted us out onto the street.

Jane and I had to go somewhere to sober up, so we ran arm-in-arm in the freezing cold to Luce, me yelling ‘NO MORE RUNNING!’ the whole way. We got in the slice line, and the girl behind the counter pointed at me and yelled, “You’re drunk!!! I’ve never seen you drunk before!” I made the ‘only a little’ gesture, which was totally a lie. She was also about ten times drunker than we were, and she was at work. She bought us pizza and pop, and told us that even though Luce was only open til 3am, we could stay as late as we wanted. Haha.

Man, the afterbar rush there is hysterical. I’ve never been there that late. After 2am, they set up barriers and charge people out front as if they were collecting cover, only it’s for pizza. There’s a roped-off line heading towards the kitchen. People stagger around with blank stares. Close to 3, a guy with a funny accent carrying a big bowl of ice cream asked us if he could sit with us. I said, “We were just leaving! Weren’t we just leaving?” Jane agreed, and we left.

I got home around 3:30, and had to get up again at 8 to shower. Christine, Sean’s girlfriend, came over and gave me an in-home shiatsu massage, which has to be the best idea I’ve ever heard. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t all groggy and out-of-it afterwards.

She explained to me about some of the things they look at in shiatsu, which I always wondered about. Like, they look at your tongue. She said that’s because it gives them information about digestion and organ function. She told me I had been drinking coffee (ha), and that the two cracks in my tongue in ‘the lung area’ meant that my skin was unusually dry, which is very true. Also, I have a very slow heartrate, which is awesome, but I also have a weak pulse. What does that mean??? I need to know.

Afterwards, Stephanie and I went to ROLLERDOME. I haven’t rollerbladed in a long time (due to fear of severely injuring myself on asphalt), but I figured since I was a good enough skater, I could manage to not fall down. It was so great: you skate around and around the concourse of the Metrodome, and they’re broadcasting the Olympics on TVs spaced every 25 feet or so. We skated until 5:15, and then headed northwards again, to Myth.

The Staind show was completely sold out. I’ve never seen that place so full! Usually it’s pretty easy to push your way onto the floor and up near the front, but there was no way we were going to attempt that at this show. We managed to score a place along the outside wall where we could see the stage AND had a table, because the table means you have something next to you to prevent people from crushing you, see?

We saw a band called Loser whose name was pretty fitting, and then we saw Theory of a Deadman, which was pretty awesome. In between sets, a constant stream of people moved past us, headed back and forth from the bar. It was the most excellent people watching since, well, the night before, I guess. At one point, a bunch of people jammed up in front of us, and one guy turned to me to apologize for the crowding. I told him he could stand there, as long as he didn’t mind me grabbing his ass.

So, yeah, I saw him a lot after that. He kept wandering back to talk, and ended up spending the second half of the show with us. I left with a hug and kiss on the cheek and he left with my number, and today I cannot believe that I actually met someone by asking to grab his ass. I am indeed the queen of subtle.

Since tonight is my only night off this week, my simple to-do list includes only the following:
– pick up a birthday present
– gym
– read the rest of the chapters for .net class tomorrow in the bathtub
– FINISH MY DAMN TRAVEL JOURNAL.

Fingers crossed!
Jenni

P.S. Thank you thank you thank you to those of you who are donating with that little clicky box on this page. After everything is credited to my 3day account, I’ll have only $250 more to go to hit my goal. You’re the best!

* Hockey euphemisms! I’m so, so sorry for that.