This weekend’s apartment hunt turned ugly today when dozens of building managers and real estate agents called us back. The theme? The Rottweiler is a deal breaker.
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.
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.
The Toast of the Townhouse Pageant was …interesting. About half of the contestants took it seriously and Mercedes Iman won!
Lurcat is Matt’s favorite restaurant, so I just assumed that his birthday dinner was there. It is Friday evening, I am just off of work and completely late to his birthday party. I run across Loring Park clutching an overstuffed birthday bag and I am hot sweaty mess by the time I arrive at Lurcat.
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.
