It’s summer, aka, mojito season.
It’s summer, aka, mojito season.
Matt messaged me about the Osama Bin Laden news right just as I got ready for bed. I was glued to tweetdeck for the next hour and watched Obama’s address to the country.
BBC News just reported that crowds are gathering in front of the White House to celebrate. The correspondent said it’s a block party. I’m not mourning the man, but I think it’s distasteful to celebrate the death of any person. Yes, even Osama.
Besides following world events, I spent my time trying to stay warm in this mug. The week’s weather was straight out of a rainy British murder mystery and today we event got a snowflake or two.
The radio just said that it’s below freezing and we might get snow flurries tomorrow. I guess this is what May is like in Minnesota?
I actually don’t mind the delayed spring. It allows me to appreciate everything (esp. architecture) one last time before the trees and shrubs mask the world.
I don’t even know what to think anymore. It’s May-freaking-first and I had the pleasure of watching tiny snowflakes flip me the bird all day.
And then it hailed.
The “feels like” temperature is 32 degrees and things look rather muddy outside.
It’s hard to take a clear picture when you’re laughing so hard.
I live on the edge of downtown Minneapolis, where there is a two-story Target approximately a quarter mile from my apartment.
And yet I always end up in the suburbs.
Hallelu.
Everything has thawed and I am at the lakes so much that I canceled my gym membership. This was a long time coming.
I knew there was something wrong when I came home and bones were all over the living room. And then look who I found in my bed:
This week? Work, snow, some epically bad dates, dog walks, drag shows and a lot of dancing:
Halvers and I went to the townhouse for classafrass earlier in the week:
And the snow quickly gave way to real spring temperatures. The lake was packed today.
Gateway no longer supports my FX laptop (or even acknowledges that the model exists). I can’t find any new drivers for it and it’s slowly dying. So I went to Mall of America on Saturday to hunt for a new computer. The mall usually has some random event on the weekends, and this week it was all about fancy cars:
Big Box had mostly low-end laptops ($300-$400) and the uber expensive Macs. The 17-inch Mac started at $2,500 – which wasn’t happening.
I then went to the Apple store to see if they had anything better but I was immediately turned off by the lack of customer service. The greeter was preoccupied with his watch and no one came to help me in the five minutes I was in the store. I quickly balked at the prices and fled across the hallway to the Microsoft store.
The salespeople at the Microsoft store were super patient with my 3o-minutes worth of questions. I eventually bought a HP Envy Beats edition, which is 17-inch beast with 3D capabilities and a professional sound card. It’s fancy, and I named it Herman.
My laptop only got used for homework this weekend because Ableton has to manually approve my license for the new laptop. It’s a German company, so you know they aren’t open for Easter.
Being productive isn’t the worst way to spend a Sunday. Maybe this can be a regular thing.
I can always tell when Harley needs to go out because I get the glare.
It’s mid-April, so this is not okay.
And then four hours later, all of the snow is gone and flowers are visible.
What the hell, Minneapolis?
This week? Well.
I spent a lot of time in the car. Driving to work, school, and the burbs for Wal-Mart.
Apparently Gertrude can stay still for photos!
I fear for her life sometimes. She thinks that my new Aldo shoes are chew toys, and it’s not technically animal cruelty if you’re defending your manlettos.
Okay, I have a confession.
But seriously, I live a glamorous life.
Spring is coming along nicely in Loring Park.
I wish I bought non-organic mint sometimes.
Sigh. These dogs.
I love the Gay 90’s on Friday.
Work, tax clinic, grocery store, apartment showing, long dog walk, Miami housewives….