Verk!
I think if I just donated 5 bags of clothes then I get to snicker around the store for a few minutes.
Verk!
I think if I just donated 5 bags of clothes then I get to snicker around the store for a few minutes.
We spent the weekend apartment hunting in St. Paul. We even became regulars at Salut Bar Americain, which is a super cute place by Grand.
The Pumps and Pearls Revue at the Townhouse bar:
This is why my new apartment will not have carpet.
Kristin says you should always leave one bite.
MIA the past few weeks? Me? What?
The last two weeks were normal on one level. I was busy living the Minneapolis yuppie life: work, long dog walks at the lakes, clubs, drag shows, cooking disasters, restaurants, cafes, museums, crazy hobos…
The temperature leapt over the 100 degree mark. I expected Lake of the Isles to boil.
My favorite statue in the MIA museum is somewhat sinister:
The Toast of the Townhouse Pageant was …interesting. About half of the contestants took it seriously and Mercedes Iman won!
The “feels like” temperature was 113 degrees today. My freshness was compromised and the dogs were so unamused.
Tader and I went to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden for lawn ornament ideas. No garden is complete without a dwarf and a giant cherry.
My favorite sculpture was this one:
Imagine if you had this in your bedroom growing up. I can see myself hanging a Chucky doll in there at night to introduce the kids to Halloween. Is that mean?
Toby Keith’s “I Love This Bar & Grill” in St. Louis Park is hilarious. I throw my cowboy boots on and drag over as many people as I can.
It was a pleasant evening at the Lake Harriet Bandshell. We listened to classic military songs and clapped for the veterans.
…and then things got weird.
I woke up to this every hour last night.
They are so over it.
We need to start the dog walks earlier because it always gets too hot for them.
The plot thickens.
Work.
Pictures from the Pumps and Pearls Revue at the Townhouse Bar. Class and elegance.
Tader was horrified to hear that I have never been to a museum in Minneapolis so he dragged took me to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. I minored in art history in college, so I’m not completely ignorant. I just never got around to going to a museum.
Excuses, right?
Well I finally made it to a museum. The MIA is huge and full of fascinating work. Here are some of my favorites:
What a week. There were epic hikes around the lakes, drag shows, dates, and long days at the office. Apparently there is a life after law school.