I’ve officially been in Minnesota for a year. There are already extensive summaries of fall semester and spring semester, so I’ve decided to pick a picture/memory to represent each month.
Here it goes:
August: Exploring Twin Cities
September: school starts, law students riverdance.
October: Let’s talk about the weave
November: Outlining…oh, and Fedde Le Grand/Moon Goons!
The excitement is palpable – I fly to Minneapolis early Friday morning.
Tomorrow is full of little chores: I’m giving one of my refrigerators to a friend, ordering furniture for my room in Minnesota, and chucking some stuff that I’m not bringing up.
And boxes. I’ve had boxes in the staff room for most of the summer. I’m bringing those upstairs since it’s almost time to pack.
Pissy dressing room attendant:
“You should smile. You look so sad.”
Me:
“Funny. I just thought the same thing about you.”
While walking on the beach I caught a whiff of nast.
Not quite Jaws, but a little bigger than your average beach find.
I was just sexually harassed at the Burger King drive-thru.
The person who took my order through the speaker sounded like a woman. But something wasn’t right, so I refrained from my typical Kansan “Thankya Mam.”
And I was right.
What greeted me at the window was an extremely effeminate Hispanic guy. He took one look at me and I thought “crap!” because I knew it was on.
He was all smiles as he handed me my food. Then he handed me the drink with the back of his hand facing me so that I would touch his hand. I tried to avoid this and getting my drink felt like a game of Jenga.
Push from below and slide up…
But even as I artfully got the drink out of his grip he still caressed my fingers. Blech.
Then came the shake.
I ordered a shake.
WHY did I have to order a shake?
No more shakes. Ever.
“Oh you had a van-neela shake!” he said, extra smiley.
“Yes, I did,” I said.
He starts toward the shake machine, then does a half turn and coos, “Well, I’ll give you the van-neela!”
WHY?!
I avoided eye contact when I snatched the shake and resisted the temptation to speed off dramatically, screeches and all.
Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Well, there was a bowling alley. Last week (or the week before?) Matt and I dropped about $70 at a boutique bowling alley – which, for college students, is unacceptable.
$42 for one hour. $5 (x2) for cover (yes, the bowling alley charged a cover), $10 for soda. $4.50 (x2) for shoes.
Memorial Day Weekend in Miami: Rain. And not that nice London rain either, but that explosive “the world is pouring down” Brazilian-rainforest type of rain.
If Miami had mountains there’d be mudslides. Für sure.
Went to Little Havana and got some food from Mom’s.
“When you need a refill just call me a day in advance.” – Mom’s the business. I love going back to the neighborhood. People’s cars chink and clank just like mine. There are fruit carts, Botanicas, grandpas drinking on stoops, and chickens in the road. It’s a nice break from the sterile streets that surround school.
Visited a few old haunts in South Beach and South Dade…There’s a definitely a few Edie Sedgwick complexes going around. (And by-the-bye Community College does not mean you’re Indie.)
South Beach and Downtown are beginning to resemble something from lastnightsparty.com. I’m going to leave it alone for a while and stay in the Gables.
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