There’s an ongoing demolition project on Hiawatha avenue.
We came across a totem pole during the dog walk.
The bucktoothed one is my favorite, if you couldn’t tell.
We hit the classafrass drag show with style as the cast of Calhoun Shore – Minnesota’s take on Jersey Shore.
Left to right: Krookie, Nay-Woww, The Dilemma, and Sweedo. Picture by Mrs. Pederson.
And it was a fabulous show, featuring:
The semester is over! Now I am busy working full time at the office and pummeling through the snow with the dogs.
Here’s an outline of what happened these past few months:
Halvers wanted to know why the Custard Pie had sparkles.
I wanted to know why I tastes like a cupcake.
And then…
The week began quietly enough – I became an espresso snob, creeped the boyfriend out with my mouse catching, and attended my last formal law school class.
And then the “Minneapolis Blizzard of 2010” came.
Sigh.
The snow was so bad that the Minneapolis Metrodome collapsed. My friend Krämer moaned that Minneapolis only makes national news when something collapses, but I reminded him that we are also famous for Prince and recounts.
I completely cleared and salted my building’s sidewalks on Saturday, but everything was re-buried by Sunday morning. Apparently at least one tenant thought I that I had not shoveled at all:
Halvers wasn’t amused by the note.
So Havlers decided to come over on the eve of the blizzard.
We started the night by walking the dogs around Lake of the Isles and went to bed after watching trashy reality TV.
Halvers insisted on bringing his car to my place (he lives two blocks away) and… well…
Massive fail.
We stayed in my apartment all day.
Long-time readers of this blog know about my struggles with mice in my new apartment building. At first I thought my neighbor kept pigs and then the mice somersaulted through my kitchen.
I eventually started fighting back, which meant that the dogs got hold of the poison mouse blocks and I dealt with “no mess” mouse traps that created pools of stinky mouse blood.
In short, the mouse situation was a flaming hot mess for a very long time.
I sort of gave up during these past few months. I still kept all food refrigerated or covered and occasionally put out poison blocks, but I basically resigned myself to vacuuming up mouse crap every few days and using ungodly amounts of Lysol.
Then while at Wal-Mart this weekend I see a display of mouse-glue-pads.
Most of my friends are cat owners. I blame renting policies, because I think more people would chose dog-ownership if they could.
I’ll skip the whole diatribe on how cats are filthy and destructive, because someone’s just going to point out that my dogs aren’t any better.
I considered placing the bulldog statue I have at work with this gem:
I thought about it for longer than I’d like to admit, but I remembered the #1 rule of retail and resisted: if you’re not thrilled about a purchase, you probably don’t need it.
She may have a thoroughly embarrassing job, the fake snow might be toxic, but she’s all smiles!
I spend a lot of time on campus due to the gaps in between my classes and the various special events, but I try to avoid the West Bank (where the law school is) because of the depressing communist-chic architecture:
Alesus told me that he had never been to a Denny’s. I was scandalized and informed him that we were going to a Denny’s that very moment. It is now one of our favorite restaurant chains.
Why do I have a passion for this restaurant chain? Well! First off, Denny’s does its part to help promote awareness of county ordinances by posting them at the cash register:
You won’t see this kind of civic involvement at Chino Latinos!
The lady working at the Brooklyn Park Denny’s cash register is also hilarious. One week she saw us and said, “Y’all back?! Our food good ain’t it?”
Yes it is, Keke. Yes, it, is.
Keke only refers to Alesus as “beautiful.” This creates a considerable amount of confusion in the lobby.
Also, when waiting for seating, there’s often a religious coloring book for your Tiny Tots for Christ:
The politeness of Denny’s managers isn’t constraint by spelling conventions:
And, possibly the best thing ever (people watching aside) is the toy-grab machine:
I’m walking across campus. People glance at me, smirk, and avert their eyes. Some people laugh openly.
I finally figure out why:
Alesus and I ended the week eating oysters on the rooftop patio of Stella’s Fish Café in Uptown Minneapolis.
Some random pictures from around town…starting with the Dunn Brothers growler, a jug of cold press coffee:
Delicious.
And my favorite house on Lake Calhoun:
The Minnesota Veterans’ Home has been on my “to see” list for a while now. I’m a sucker for historic buildings.
The buildings were nice, but more impressive from a distance.
