Kristin says you should always leave one bite.
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.
I turned 25 yesterday. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, but the celebrations were muted because we just had two holiday weekends (July 4th and Minneapolis Gay Pride). I just felt like staying in, eating cheeseburgers and watching the First 48, but of course that didn’t happen.
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.
We underestimated the heat on today’s dog walk. Both dogs collapsed around Cedar Lake.
I know the pictures are sparse and blurry, but the girls at classafrass turned it out tonight.
Last year I went to the Twin Cities Pride Parade and I was thoroughly underwhelmed. I skipped the parade this year and went to Loring Park on Saturday and Sunday.
Saturday was muggy and drizzly, so the park wasn’t very busy.
We to see Far From Falling at the Gay Pride Block Party. Here are some pictures.
It is Minneapolis Gay Pride season again. We started the hilarity off yesterday at the Gay 90’s Miss City of the Lakes Pageant, which was bizarre combination of experienced performers and extremely green queens.
The regular girls are hard to top:
This week at the Pumps & Pearls Drag Revue (aka Classafrass) we saw some new outfits:
I love summer in Uptown Minneapolis. This is the Uptown theater, where they played Labyrinth.
Last summer an acquaintance asked me whether I was happy with how life has treated me so far. I can’t remember the exact way that he phrased the question, but I remember being intensely bothered with the underlying implication that life is something that happens to us and that we have little control over our current situation.
It’s absolutely not true. “I’m not a dog,” I thought. “I am an active participant in my life.”
