Welcome to the land of dreams... w00ts!
- Yesterday was gorgeous (despite the cooollllld), as breakfast was eaten (more green eggs!) and I was a blissed-out mess at the museum. :) There is nothing better than having someone awesome visit you at work.
- Frontier Airlines has an quirky staff. I approve. "We're 20 minutes early, so the next time you fly with us, and we're 20 minutes late, you're even." "You may now use your cell phones to call someone you love, but only if you use your inside voices". All this, and fuzzy animals on their planes? Indeed.
- I ate an almond croissant on the plane (from MSP), and beer and Corn Nuts in Denver. What?
- Lovely Dave picked me up from SFO, and brought me to the Pig and Whistle, where (unexpectedly) pub trivia was afoot. Helloooo, people of the City who are my age. It is good to see you.
- Trivia is much more satisfying when the questions are delivered with an honest to goodness British accent. (although, if the accent had been faked, that would have been brilliant too).
- Well-poured Old Speckled Hen is beyond creamy. Delish.
- Erin appeared, and off we went (as sitting down for food was impossible) to The Citrus Club, which was the most brilliant place ever, especially for someone who's tummy was thinking it was 12midnight. The Shangai Noodles had beef, fried sliced tofu, and black mushrooms in it: why doesn't this happen more often??
- Fell fast asleep in Dave and Erin's guest room. Dave lives as he always has: in welcoming, hip and immaculate spaces, filled with comfy furniture and music. I am beyond comfortable and lucky.
Dave and Erin continue to do amazing things. Dave works for AOL Music/Winamp; Erin assists a producer of Yo Gabba Gabba. Seriously. They live in the Twin Peaks neighborhood of San Fran (with two cats, Ganymede and Magnolia). Dave and I get to drive out of the City to go see Tom, which will blow my tiny mind. Granted, I got to see Tom last year, but.. it happens so rarely. And Tom is like the wind - - take these chances when we can. :)
We're old college roommates and old college friends. Our parents are starting to.. age. And our friends are starting to have kids. Dave and Tom (and Becky and Kelly and Jason...) are/or have been married. Look at us go! We're the grown-ups now (as we certainly weren't grown ups when we were 20, even if legally would could do things like buy porn and grill out).
I acknowledge the gooniness of being here for no reason, but to "be here". But... if we don't do these things, these things will never happen. :) And most of my dear friends from that time in my life live.. erm.. not in the Midwest (East coast! West coast! Mountains! Germany!). So.. yes.. Very lucky. Taking the chances when we can.
*grin* And convincing them to visit Minneapolis might be a bit of a trick.. (I'm not dissing on me, it's just that.. yeah.. Hanging out in NYC or SFO vs. hanging out in Mpls... the math is not on my side. I gotta get married or have a "I'm 34" party or somethin' and force them to travel. The next reason to force the people I love to get together should not be my funeral.)
Onward.
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I'm glad you're having a wonderful time. As usual a funny and insightful posting.
P.S. The punks are doing just fine.
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