The Wendy’s cups are so big & honking that we usually finish them on the next morning’s dog walks:
The Wendy’s cups are so big & honking that we usually finish them on the next morning’s dog walks:
Somehow this place does not scream “couture“:
It was a rough morning in Dinkytown.
Good thing she didn’t lose a cute pair of shoes.
Dinkytown is still one of my favorite places to spend my breaks in between classes. Dinkytown is the University of Minnesota’s student village, and just far enough from school to not be infested with law students.
Dinkytown is home to most of UMN’s Fraternities and Sororities, including Gamma Eta Gamma, the law school fraternity. I lived in Dinkytown during my first semester of law school and love passing by my old haunts.
The Kitty Kat club is where the Twilight lesbian parties were held:
This is what I have to deal with every time I want to sleep in:
Coolest sign in the Twin Cities:
One of my favorite things about the University of Minnesota is that downtown Minneapolis is visible on so much of campus, especially by the river.
Living in a brightly colored house would make directions easier: “I live in the blue house. No you don’t need an address. Trust me. You’ll know.”
Other favorite color combinations in my neighborhood include purple with blue trim, lime green, and hot pink. And yes, the neighborhood lawn-art is way worse than the paint jobs…
Judd and I took the dogs on a walk around Lake of the Isles this morning. He now realizes that I do not exaggerate the craziness I run into on these walks.
There were vicious mini-dogs, creepers that went out of their way to talk to us, and a lot of awkward “why is the dog doing that?” moments. We survived with a lot of lysol, some silly string, and a taser.
There were also mansions. The Lake of the Isles is cluttered with them.
This is my favorite:
Bam! I know there are grander mansions directly on the lake, but this is my favorite. I will live here someday. I will wear a long, flowy bath robe and saunter out to the front steps to fetch the morning edition of the New York Times. The dogs are dead at this point, the bad-ass kids are away at boarding school and Juddson is off on business.
It is just me, my mansion, my coffee, and the lemurs…
The mansion straddles a hill slightly off the lake and is surrounded by dramatic old churches. Living directly on the lake seems inconvenient. The constant stream of cars, dogs, and gawkers is not worth the status boost. Then again, maybe my opinions will change when I’m fabulously wealthy and in need of a prestigious address…
Two small miracles happened.
Spring break is complete.
I always release the dog treats a little before Harley bites down…
Now you know why.
The “treat” in that picture is a pig ear. They come in sacks of 20 at Wal-Mart and the dogs love them. And yes they are greasy and absolutely disgusting to handle.
Oh, and that mess of wires is the power-strip for my laptop and speakers. I’ve decided that the futon is a better study area than my desk, aesthetics be damned.
Dog time comes at a terrible price:
Luckily, Judd wore two shirts, and took the button-down off before letting the dogs use the other one as a kleenex. He’s a smart cookie.
It’s 5pm and I’m sitting in a Mexican-operated Italian restaurant on Lake Street.
A Spanish announcer rattles over the soccer game on the restaurant’s TV. The announcer’s voice isn’t as loud as the restaurant’s music: Tina Turner’s Greatest Hits. The front part of the restaurant was empty, but snickers came from the pool room.
So it was just me, Tina Turner, and the soccer commentator. Perfectly random.
The place was cute enough:
And a diet fail:
The waiter told me the special was the seafood-something-or-other. I figured that the burger wouldn’t make me sick. I was wrong, but it was delicious.
I was at the Mexican-Italian restaurant because I was waiting on TiresPlus to fix my flat tire.
This is the week of waiting. It took my Family Law professor 40 minutes to figure out how to work the VCR to show us a documentary. The school clinic had staffing issues so my 20 minute appointment took 2 hours, and getting a new tire took close to 3 hours.
These unexpected pauses are made much better by the crackberry, and I’m glad to have it. I have never been so caught up on email and tweets. I figure if I can do something mildly productive during my waiting time, even if it’s responding to emails or tweets, then it’s not time lost…or at least I can get a new high score on Brick Breaker.
My favorite Dunn Brothers cafe in Minneapolis is the Freighthouse. It is built in an old freighthouse and has a great upstairs loft.
It is also close enough to school that I can pop over during lunch, but far enough that I don’t have to worry about running into other law students.
I study at the Freighthouse often, and the hot baristas have nothing to do with this. Really.
I think she’s being dramatic.
Harley’s unimpressed.
Things like this don’t amuse the natives anymore:
And yes, the dogs and I totally play fetch with the icicles.
Winter walks are always entertaining:
Highway I-94 is usually a traffic disaster, which would be more annoying if the view wasn’t so great:
When I first saw the Basilica, I was horrified that such a beautiful church was so close to a highway.
That changed when I got to enjoy the view from standstill traffic.
