Scenes from the dog walk.
It has come to this.
I don’t have to worry about my neighbors’ unleashed dogs now. Curiously, no one asks to pet him anymore either. Hm.
When I first moved to Minnesota I was told that you’re not a Minnesotan until you drive to Wisconsin on a Sunday for liquor. I guess I’m official now.
It was 10 a.m. and the liquor store was packed with Minnesotans.
Hudson is underwhelming but things start to look better once you cross back over to Minnesota.
Downtown Stillwater is adorable. I could see myself living in Stllwater once our lease expires in Nordeast. The boyfriend will probably be less enthused about the idea…
My last visit to the Varsity Theater was under very different circumstances. It’s still a great venue.
The tequila shots made the cover band more interesting.
I’m more likely to take Gertrude places because she doesn’t scratch up the upholstery of my car like a certain someone.
The cuteness is just a bonus.
My Florida friends don’t understand it, but Minneapolis is really pretty during winter.
Today was an exciting day because I got to walk the dogs with gloves on! Just in time too – it’s a bit nippy.
Several people have noted that things are much quieter around these parts. Blogging was easier when I was in school because I was busy exploring the city, surrounded by hilarious people, attending drag shows, and living in a crazy apartment building full of drug dealers, passive aggressive notes, and schizophrenics.
I spend an embarrassing amount of time at Dunn Brothers. It’s a local coffee chain but each store feels like an independently run coffee shop (in a good way.)
The Basilica of St. Mary is one of my favorite buildings in Minneapolis, although still haven’t been inside. The amount of streets and highways near the basilica make it difficult it photograph without a traffic light or onramp in the way.
We tried a new Vietnamese restaurant by the Townhouse recently. The best part of the trip was the coconut drink which was served in an actual coconut.
Tader and I decided to order the “seven courses of beef” dish which was way more food than we needed.
Things are looking better. My finger finally stopped throbbing, although it started to hurt again at the end of the workday. I go back to the orthopedist tomorrow morning, but I’m not sure if they are going to take out my stitches.
The hideous Christmas lights have continued to infiltrate my neighborhood. I would take pictures but the flashing Santas, reindeer and snowflakes may give me a seizure.
The Minneapolis Mill District is one of the neighborhoods that I sometimes pass through on the morning dog walks. It looks sparse because the roads are so wide. Nice condos and restaurants though.
Winter is upon us and it is pretty obvious which of my neighbors use too much lawn chemicals.
So it’s Thanksgiving and I’m in the ER with a hipster mustache.
The end of Movember can’t come quick enough. The handlebar mustache makes me look super sketchy and the ER nurse is glaring at me because I look crazy.
I’m in the ER because our early morning trip to the dog park went horribly wrong. I’m at the dog park watching Gertrude play with a puppy when I hear screaming behind me. There’s a pileup of dogs and Harley is in the middle of it. A woman screams.
I jump in with the other dog owners and reach into Harley’s mouth to pull him off of a mutt. That was a mistake and my finger gets torn up. I’m told that the other dogs are fine and that my hand is the only casualty of the dog fight.
No more dog parks for Harley. Ever.
Dragging my dogs to the car with a bloody hand is super awkward. The dumb mustache didn’t help.
Four hours and seven stitches later, I am off to Walgreens for antibiotics. Juggling the hospital paperwork with my banged up hand and facial hair makes me look super sketchy. The pharmacist glares until she realizes that I’m not looking for drugs, just clueless.
My index finger bone is also fractured. Apparently my finger nail is completely gone and the bone was hanging out. Ugh. I’ll see if I can get into the orthopediatrician’s tomorrow.
Gory pictures after the jump.
I took an epic trip across the metro yesterday. I saw a big pleather murse at the Mall of America H&M a while back and decided it would make a good gym bag. Of course I decide to buy it just before rush hour…
A quick google search on my phone leads me to the Roseville mall, which turns out not to have an H&M.
My navigation then suggests the Woodbury mall. My phone says it’s 20 minutes away but I find out that the Woodbury mall is actually close to 20 miles away, which isn’t a 20-minute drive at 4:30 p.m. on a weekday. I eventually get to Woodbury Lakes, which should be called Strip Mall City, USA.
The Woodbury H&M doesn’t have my bag and a cute salesgirl sends me off to the Maplewood Mall H&M.
The Maplewood Mall is about 12 miles north. It’s a long trip at 5:15 p.m., especially when there are two pileup crashes. The pileups are rather confusing because the roads aren’t slick. I think the cause is speeding commuters coming upon stalled traffic…
I eventually make it to Maplewood and a confused employee finds a bag that looks like it hasn’t been touched in months.
This bag is actually black. It’s covered in dust. The cashier tells me he’s never actually seen anyone buy one of the murses. I don’t dare ask how long it was rotting on the shelf.
I find myself lingering at the Maplewood Barnes and Noble, which is close to H&M. I gravitate to the Nook counter and randomly end up buying a Nook tablet.
I was back at a more local Barnes and Noble this morning because my Nook wouldn’t let me buy any books. I eventually learn that the Nook is fine and the problem is with my card.
My bank has my check card frozen because I lost it and requested a new one two weeks ago. The bank customer service rep couldn’t explain to me why my new replacement debit card is frozen for identity theft protection purposes. This is particularly confusing because I had to call and activate the new card with my account information and Social Security Number…anyway these are my first world problems.
I eventually got the card and the Nook tablet working. My first e-book is John Grisham’s The Litigators.
