A weekend must be awesome when you get to do things like dance barefoot, lay around by a lake, and forget that your car has been parked at work since you left it there Friday morning.
We celebrated June birthdays at work, starting with free breakfast at 8am, which is probably the only way to ensure that we’re all here on time. At 3, we headed over to the Little Wagon for happy hour, pulltabs, and trivia. We were there for a very long time (my boss was buying), so long that we didn’t do so well at trivia. Which is just fine, all things considered.
We headed to Ryan’s with my coworker, Mary, in tow, and spent a good chunk of the evening grilling and supporting the local mosquito population. Round about 10 or so, we headed to Triple Rock in time to catch Les Sans Culottes (who were ridiculously great), and the Detroit Cobras (who made us dance a lot, despite the fact I kept losing my flipflops to the extremely sticky floor). We barely resisted Dan and Kate’s invitation to come hang out with them, but it was almost 2am by the time we left.
Saturday, we got in some high-quality couchtime before putting on our dress-up clothes and heading to Mike and Chrissy’s wedding in St Paul. The ceremony was at Black Bear Crossing, on a patio overlooking Lake Como. It was gorgeous, and the ceremony was short and really, really nice. Knowing it’d be a while before the wedding party reached the reception, a bunch of us stopped off at Half-Time Rec for a couple of drinks. I’m pretty sure that’s the only time in my life I’ll be wearing a dress to that particular bar.
The reception was excellent. We had much free beer and wine, some Jagermeister-based poor decisions, then the same group congregated in Pete and Christa’s room to drink scotch and fail at ordering porn on their TV. We had a very long, intense conversation with an old comedian outside the hotel, were very uncomfortable when we found ourselves drunk in an elevator with a bunch of 15-year-old volleyball players who really wanted to ask us questions, and then, finally, we found our way to the dance floor.
Despite not having even heard of the Cupid Shuffle or owning any Jay-Z, the DJ was still pretty entertaining. Matt and I mostly remembered how to swing dance, and when Soulja Boy came on, we definitely knew how to superman that ho. The important things, right?
Sunday, I retrieved my car from downtown. Oh, and then we went to the lake in the afternoon to grill and lay on blankets. We were all too lazy to even play bocce. That’s how a Sunday should be, anyway.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I head to the dentist AGAIN. I can’t wait.
Really.
Jenni