We had happy hour at the Minneapolis Eagle and then went to an authentic Chinese buffet on Lake Street.
It was authentic because of the English fail on the sign.
We had happy hour at the Minneapolis Eagle and then went to an authentic Chinese buffet on Lake Street.
It was authentic because of the English fail on the sign.
My bullmastiff is a creeper sometimes.
I don’t know whether to blame Libya, Obama, or Christina Aguilera, but this is not a good look:
Minneapolis has a week of 50-degree temperatures, I run around in my funny shoes declaring that spring is here…and we get a snowstorm.
I get up at 6 a.m. to shovel the apartment building’s sidewalks but I run out of salt because I (foolishly) thought that we were done with winter.
Sigh.
Spring finally arrived…
Some days I love being a caretaker. Other days, the landlord wants you to pick up a winter’s worth of dog shit from the back and 5 potential tenants flake on showings.
This morning’s commute was a tad unusual. I saw a huge fireball in the distance on 35W, and then saw flames shoot up hundreds of feet.
One of my jobs as a caretaker is cleaning apartments when tenants leave.
I finally convinced Halvers that it was time for me to see Wisconsin. He thought the idea was thoroughly stupid, but Wisconsin was awesome!
And yes, the first thing we saw was a union worker protest!
So I completely thought we were over this winter thing and then we got another blizzard. Don’t get me wrong, winter is pretty in Minneapolis…
There’s something depressing about waiting at a car dealership. I think it’s the looming bill.
I used to say “Joe’s Chicken Shack” as a joke, but um…
More snow, shoveling, slush and dirt.
Days at the office, school in the evenings, the commute, nights producing music, and weekends with friends at restaurants and bars…wait, when did I become a yuppie?
To me, the term yuppie, or “young urban professional” describes someone who is young, lives in a city, and works in an office. That’s it.
Apparently others have more specific ideas of what yuppies are:
The Wikipedia entry is also hilarious.
I don’t know if I fit the stereotype. Halvers thinks that my favorite bars in Minneapolis are chichi poo-poo, but I disagree.
I love Minneapolis, but as a Miami transplant, I can’t take Minneapolis chichi seriously. Maybe that will change once I get my L.L. Bean Duck Hunting Boots?
I renewed my tabs today during lunch at work. This was on my to-do list since January (when they expired) and I randomly decided to get it done today.
Which is why I was relieved when the police lights lit up behind my car this evening. I thought I got pulled over for cutting through Wal-Mart parking spaces, but apparently I forgot to signal while in the turn lane for Wal-Mart.
I don’t know what was under there, but I had to yank the dogs away.
Hopefully it wasn’t a body. I watch too much A&E for that…
Effin’ rottweiler.
Express shoes are still a hot mess: