We spent our time chowing down on Gardein and watching TV.
This is what 29 looks like.
One of the best things about the new apartment is that we have HBO Go, which means that I finally got an opportunity to watch the Beyonce On The Run Tour special.
Banks’ entire album was basically on repeat during my trip to Iowa this summer. This remix was playing when I got pulled over and slapped with a speeding ticket.
I love making these lists because looking back at my prior choices always amuses me. This was the year of the hiphop dance anthems for me. We got to shimmy and shake to a few good ones.
The Black Eyed Peas are usually too cheesy and contrived for my tastes, but I love the beat for “Imma be” and the song is on full blast every time it comes on my car’s radio.
Video Phone is still near the top of the list, but I am still shocked that it doesn’t get any radio play in Minneapolis. Maybe the Lady Gaga version is too long for radio play?
The fact that it’s already week 5 of summer is sort of scary.
I’m half-way through my summer classes. My law school application essay was about my desire to become an estate planning/probate attorney, so of course I love my Wills & Trusts class.
Professional Responsibility has also become much easier since I’ve stopped using my laptop. Without the laptop I’m that obnoxious, fully engaged boy. Now if only someone could just stop the girl who sits in front of me from playing full-screen video games…
This has not been a good week for Harley, who was diagnosed with Heartworms. The medicine and animal hospital stay completely discombobulated him:
The night after the hospital stay, Harley and I were leaving my apartment building he starts peeing on downstairs neighbor’s door… I was mortified! I drag him outside, and inadvertently created a trial of urine from the hallway, down the stairs, and out to the street.
And yes. That was joy to clean up. My 4’6 Mexican neighbor pointed and laughed as I scrubbed the floors. And I politely informed him if he found dog poop in front of his door that I wasn’t me…
Saturday night Jamie and I went to Tickles for his friend’s birthday. Jamie: “This is like a supper club.” Joey: “Yeah, definitely.” Me: “Uh, what is a supper club?” Joey and Jamie: You’ve never been to a supper club!? Me: “I’m pretty sure they don’t have those in Miami…
I think they spent 20 minutes explaining what a ‘supper club’ is. They couldn’t really describe the difference between a supper club and a restaurant, so I was confused until about 5 minutes ago when Wikipedia-ed it. Oh Wikipedia…how I love thee… So what is a supper club?
A supper club is an American dining establishment generally found in the Upper Midwestern states of Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Michigan.
These establishments typically are located on the edge of town in rural areas. They were traditionally thought of as a “destination” where patrons would go to spend the whole evening, from cocktail hour to enjoying night club style entertainment after dinner.
They feature a casual and relaxed atmosphere. Supper clubs can still be found in the Upper Midwest but they are now simply restaurants rather than the all-night entertainment destinations of the past.
Oh. So it’s a restaurant!
Tickles is advertised as a gay piano bar…but eh. Think of a gross, indie Applebee’s. Take out the fun lamps and wall decorations. Then add a piano, cheesy string lights, gays, and staff it with annoyed, hissy waiters.
We left after a few hours and went to the Gay 90’s. A drag queen performed Beyonce’s Diva. It was amazing. I thought it would be the nightlight of the night until we went downstairs and saw an impromptu version of Single Ladies…
