Let me tell you a little story of a gal named Sassy McDammit, aka Shannon. She and Nick got married on 10/15/05, the same day as the Gopher/Badger game. The Gophers blew it, but that was expected. Damn that Glen Mason and his coaching staff's inability to pull of a great win! Zing!
Anyways...the weather was wonderful, a beautiful October day, sunny, mid 60's, but a bit windy. I'm not a fan of Mr. Wind, but it wasn't a damper on the mood.
The ceremony went off without a hitch...and then came the reception. All was going well until the dollar dance, when Carrot Juice began a love affair with pinot grigio on the dance floor. Which led to longer and longer dances with the groom, since she was in charge of the groom's line, and eventually she left her post to go talk to Bob, the best man, who was running the bride's line. Or she would cut in and dance with the groom. After I finally got to spend my dollar on Nick, I walked over to Shannon, grabbed her by the arm, pointed her towards C.J., and said, "Look at her." Hilarious! Eventually she left the reception early, but Ty-bone and I caught her being led out past the bar, and she had one last run-in with Mr. Wall before disappearing around the corner. Oh me, oh my!
After the ceremony ended, those of us still standing went up to my room and had a couple of nightcaps and some delicious Dominoes Pizza. The next morning, my friend Q, who now lives in the ATL but was up for the wedding--couldn't miss this party!, told me that some guy came pounding on the door at about 3 AM, trying to get in because he thought it was his room. Luckily I was sleeping in the back room, because if that would have been me dealing with him, it would have been ugly:
1. I don't like to be woken up in the middle of the night like that, especially once I've hit my REM sleep
2. I don't like stupid people who pound on the wrong door insisting they are in the right place.
We all had a great time at the wedding and are looking forward to the next edition!
Monday, November 07, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Mike Jones!
No, not the rapper, the happy groom! Kirsten and I decided that we've never see Jones smile so much in the years that we've known him as he did this past Saturday, September 3. It was a very rainy day, but, as the pastor said, "a knot tied in the rain does not come undone..." or something like that. The exact verbage has slipped my mind. Oops.
Anyways, after a slight detour to Shannon and Nick's new townhome (and being followed by 2 sets of cars that thought my car was Wally's car), where we got our first look at the Minnesota wall,
we ended up at the lovely White Bear Lake Inn. Go Bears!
And that's when the trouble began. Shannon began mixing her specialty cocktails of vanilla vodka and Coke, which were basically 6 parts vodka to 1 part Coke:
I won't post the most incriminating photo of her from that night, but it did give us the memorable line, "I'm marrying that?!?!?" courtesy of Nick. Go Bears! But everyone was really friendly, and by everyone, I mean Shan and Kirsten:
Oh, and Wally too.
My date was more low-key:
So...whilst the boogying was going down, it became apparent that beverages would need refreshing. So we went upstairs to the 3rd floor harem that one lucky couple managed to snag. How very exotic! The boys seemed to enjoy it:
And boom goes the dynamite. We'll end there. Goodnight everyone! -e
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Uptown baby!
Oh hi, my precious public! I have missed you. It has been too long. Have you missed my satirical wit?
I have so much to say, and so little memory of what I have to say, so here is a quick update of our uptown adventures from back in September...
*sassy Sarah "O3" was wearing cowboy boots
*short-stuff Sonja "O2" was drinking martinis
*some snaptacular gay man was wearing white shoes a la Clark W. Griswold...Prada!
Next entry will be for Sassy's wedding...toodles!
I have so much to say, and so little memory of what I have to say, so here is a quick update of our uptown adventures from back in September...
*sassy Sarah "O3" was wearing cowboy boots
*short-stuff Sonja "O2" was drinking martinis
*some snaptacular gay man was wearing white shoes a la Clark W. Griswold...Prada!
Next entry will be for Sassy's wedding...toodles!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Go Gophers!
So, I've decided that the best beer glasses in the cities aren't at Gasthof's, like I might have previously thought, but actually they're at Manning's on Como Ave. in MPLS. The beers are as big as your head! Or maybe I just hang out with too many skinny people...sorry Lisa! :) 
So...after a while, there was a shift change and then we had a lovely leatherneck named Sandy schlepping the beers. Then Neums decided that it would be fun to do the unscrewed salt shaker trick so that I would be the unsuspecting victim of his prank. I totally got punk'd! Boy was my face red. Oh wait, that might have been sunburn. My bad. But the joke was on us--Sandy took away the salt shakers as punishment! It wasn't until we ordered snacks that she let us have them back.
Shannon and Deb were enjoying the beers as well.
All in all, the night was a success. Although I wish Shan and I had stuck around to check out the Sportsman's next door instead of trying our luck downtown...but we did get to take a trip down memory lane on the 16 bus. Just like our days at Argyle!
So...after a while, there was a shift change and then we had a lovely leatherneck named Sandy schlepping the beers. Then Neums decided that it would be fun to do the unscrewed salt shaker trick so that I would be the unsuspecting victim of his prank. I totally got punk'd! Boy was my face red. Oh wait, that might have been sunburn. My bad. But the joke was on us--Sandy took away the salt shakers as punishment! It wasn't until we ordered snacks that she let us have them back.
Shannon and Deb were enjoying the beers as well.
All in all, the night was a success. Although I wish Shan and I had stuck around to check out the Sportsman's next door instead of trying our luck downtown...but we did get to take a trip down memory lane on the 16 bus. Just like our days at Argyle!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
big bluff
Last night was Poker Night at the Hausers! Or, as they preferred to call it, "Poker in the front, dick'er in the rear." Just like in Vegas!
So, I've decided I'm quite good at Texas Hold 'Em after one successful night--I won $25! But I had to give Matt $10 because he spotted me the entry fee each game. But still, it's a win!
Let's see...what did we learn last night...well, first of all, Deb has a horrible poker face. Not only did she scream each time she had something good in her hand (her cards, sicko), but she also announced to the table what number she had from the cheat sheet. Example: "I have number three!" which might have been two pair or something.
Matt had a lovely OJ Simpson t-shirt on with the sleeves cut off. If the shirt does not fit, you must cut it!
During game #2, which I ended up winning, Kory and Matt were upstairs wrasslin' while Lisa and I were going head-to-head, and Matt ended up falling/sliding/being pushed down the stairs, possibly cracking a rib (well, according to him). Deb and Betsi were too busy laughing to provide first aid. Laughter is the best medicine though, so he was back on his feet in no time.
I will have to get out my blog notebook to finish this post. More to come!
So, I've decided I'm quite good at Texas Hold 'Em after one successful night--I won $25! But I had to give Matt $10 because he spotted me the entry fee each game. But still, it's a win!
Let's see...what did we learn last night...well, first of all, Deb has a horrible poker face. Not only did she scream each time she had something good in her hand (her cards, sicko), but she also announced to the table what number she had from the cheat sheet. Example: "I have number three!" which might have been two pair or something.
Matt had a lovely OJ Simpson t-shirt on with the sleeves cut off. If the shirt does not fit, you must cut it!
During game #2, which I ended up winning, Kory and Matt were upstairs wrasslin' while Lisa and I were going head-to-head, and Matt ended up falling/sliding/being pushed down the stairs, possibly cracking a rib (well, according to him). Deb and Betsi were too busy laughing to provide first aid. Laughter is the best medicine though, so he was back on his feet in no time.
I will have to get out my blog notebook to finish this post. More to come!
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Brit's Pub
Better late than never!
Our adventures at Brit's began outside of Deb's house. Kirsten, Shannon, and I met there to take the light rail downtown. Well, we made it 10 feet from Deb's front door when, all of a sudden, I stepped in between the grass and sidewalk pavement and broke my flip-flop! The thong-part came right out of the bottom! Luckily Deb had some extra flip-flops that I borrowed. Crisis averted! And, as we were walking to the LRT station, some teenage boys were hollering at us...while their mother/sister was sitting with them! Off to a good start already.
The evening continued with dinner at Olive Garden, which, as Frank the Tank says in "Old School," was lovely. On the way to Olive Garden from the LRT station, I came across something in Times Square, I mean Block E, that would make the Olin girls proud:
The sign said, "God Bless Our Troops" and it had a picture of an eagle flying in front of the American flag. How patriotic!
Our waitress set the night off on the right foot by telling us as soon as we sat down that she was blind for the night because she took her contacts out and now couldn't see anything. Hijinks ensued. After taking our drink orders, she came back with our beers and asked who wanted the most head. Zing! Then Deb thought that maybe Olive Garden was using real garlic on some of the breadsticks and garlic salt on others. It looks like she's really mastered the skill of food critique by now!
Anyhoo...after dinner, we made our way over to Brit's. But we had to stop at the Mary Tyler Moore statue on the way...
One of the night's funniest comments came from Sarah, aka O3, when talking about the country band Rascal Flats:
"They're a national band...they're known nation wide." Not just another dumb blonde! :)
And then we had the pleasure of meeting Lindsay Lohan at Brit's too, although I'm not sure how she got in, being only 19 years old...Phil!
She is such a busy gal! How does she do it?
Other highlights of the night:
1. the chick with the Pocahontas hair playing lawn bowling
2. the girl with the awful 70's-style dress walking around (I'll have to find the memorable quote--I've got it written down somewhere)
3. 2 Legit 2 Quit!
More to come later!
Our adventures at Brit's began outside of Deb's house. Kirsten, Shannon, and I met there to take the light rail downtown. Well, we made it 10 feet from Deb's front door when, all of a sudden, I stepped in between the grass and sidewalk pavement and broke my flip-flop! The thong-part came right out of the bottom! Luckily Deb had some extra flip-flops that I borrowed. Crisis averted! And, as we were walking to the LRT station, some teenage boys were hollering at us...while their mother/sister was sitting with them! Off to a good start already.
The evening continued with dinner at Olive Garden, which, as Frank the Tank says in "Old School," was lovely. On the way to Olive Garden from the LRT station, I came across something in Times Square, I mean Block E, that would make the Olin girls proud:
The sign said, "God Bless Our Troops" and it had a picture of an eagle flying in front of the American flag. How patriotic!
Our waitress set the night off on the right foot by telling us as soon as we sat down that she was blind for the night because she took her contacts out and now couldn't see anything. Hijinks ensued. After taking our drink orders, she came back with our beers and asked who wanted the most head. Zing! Then Deb thought that maybe Olive Garden was using real garlic on some of the breadsticks and garlic salt on others. It looks like she's really mastered the skill of food critique by now!
Anyhoo...after dinner, we made our way over to Brit's. But we had to stop at the Mary Tyler Moore statue on the way...
One of the night's funniest comments came from Sarah, aka O3, when talking about the country band Rascal Flats:
"They're a national band...they're known nation wide." Not just another dumb blonde! :)
And then we had the pleasure of meeting Lindsay Lohan at Brit's too, although I'm not sure how she got in, being only 19 years old...Phil!
She is such a busy gal! How does she do it?
Other highlights of the night:
1. the chick with the Pocahontas hair playing lawn bowling
2. the girl with the awful 70's-style dress walking around (I'll have to find the memorable quote--I've got it written down somewhere)
3. 2 Legit 2 Quit!
More to come later!
random thought
Marie and I went to Joe Senser's in Roseville last night for a drink. She was buzzed after two beers. Hmmmmm...reminds me of someone else I know...! :)
Friday, July 29, 2005
TUGGS pt. 2
Hello again! Did you miss me?
Well, where did I leave off....oh yes, TUGGS. Part two of the evening goes like this:
so, after Julie had her "bun" cake, the night really started to get weird. By weird, I mean fun. By fun, I mean disturbing. Here we go!
First of all, there was Jason, Sonja's friend from high school who seemed to have a penchant for beer. And smokes. And telling weird stories about him and Sonja going to prom together and Sonja nearly wrecking his hot Camaro ride. Damn Sonja! But the highlight of Jason's time with us was his affinity for sitting cross-legged like a little girl:
Before we knew it, Clark had picked up on it and was doing it too!
Sonja got a little excited and spilled her summer hummer down her pants:
oh Sonja, will you ever learn?!?
After spending too much money at Tuggs, we moved on to one of my all-time favorite bars, Nye's! What a group: me, Shannon (aka Sassy McDammit), Sonja, Jason, and Clark. Nye's was pretty dead that night. Roger wasn't even there! Boo hoo! Jason was in a dancing mood, though:
ouch! I feel bad for that gal! Sonja was doing her typical hair-flip:
and by the end of the night, even Clark was in a dancing mood:
After Nye's, Sass and I went with Clark to Whitey's and met up with our waitress from Tuggs, who was there with some of her coworkers. It would have been a lovely time if she hadn't started complaining about not getting a tip from Sass and I...while we were sitting right there. Now, we can be outright bitches, but not like that! Shan added her tip in and paid one flat amount, then I paid the balance and added the remaining tip, so she was not shorted at all. Just kind of slow. But I will say this: her passion is Spanish, but she's just really good at PR. Yep, you really are--you SO make me want to go back to Tuggs! :)
Stay classy!
Well, where did I leave off....oh yes, TUGGS. Part two of the evening goes like this:
so, after Julie had her "bun" cake, the night really started to get weird. By weird, I mean fun. By fun, I mean disturbing. Here we go!
First of all, there was Jason, Sonja's friend from high school who seemed to have a penchant for beer. And smokes. And telling weird stories about him and Sonja going to prom together and Sonja nearly wrecking his hot Camaro ride. Damn Sonja! But the highlight of Jason's time with us was his affinity for sitting cross-legged like a little girl:
Before we knew it, Clark had picked up on it and was doing it too!
Sonja got a little excited and spilled her summer hummer down her pants:
oh Sonja, will you ever learn?!?
After spending too much money at Tuggs, we moved on to one of my all-time favorite bars, Nye's! What a group: me, Shannon (aka Sassy McDammit), Sonja, Jason, and Clark. Nye's was pretty dead that night. Roger wasn't even there! Boo hoo! Jason was in a dancing mood, though:
ouch! I feel bad for that gal! Sonja was doing her typical hair-flip:
and by the end of the night, even Clark was in a dancing mood:
After Nye's, Sass and I went with Clark to Whitey's and met up with our waitress from Tuggs, who was there with some of her coworkers. It would have been a lovely time if she hadn't started complaining about not getting a tip from Sass and I...while we were sitting right there. Now, we can be outright bitches, but not like that! Shan added her tip in and paid one flat amount, then I paid the balance and added the remaining tip, so she was not shorted at all. Just kind of slow. But I will say this: her passion is Spanish, but she's just really good at PR. Yep, you really are--you SO make me want to go back to Tuggs! :)
Stay classy!
Monday, July 25, 2005
TUGGS
Lots of catching up to do today!
Here's a quick summary of the past few days:
Tuesday night--I didn't make it to PINGO; I was at work late and then I had a late dinner at Chevy's downtown (one of my all time favorite restaurants) with Autumn, my "invisible" friend, according to Deb (since she's never met her!).
Wednesday: slept in a little bit, since I took the rest ofthe week off from work, and went house hunting in the afternoon with Nancy, Deb's cousin, and then Deb joined us along the way to put in her two cents. Verdict? House hunting sucks! But it was only day one, so plenty more places to see. I got home at about 4:30p and fell asleep on the couch until 10p. Oops! I was wiped out!
Thursday: another busy day. I slept in again, but mainly due to the fact that I couldn't fall asleep the night before, due to my 6 hour nap. Sat on my deck for a little bit, trying to get some color on my skin. I think I've hit my tan max for the summer. Damn! Then I went to Juut Salon Spa in Edina and had my hair colored--I'm going back to my roots! Dishwater blonde, here I come!
The big event was Julie's belated birthday party at Tuggs on Main. The waitress was a bit of a ditz (sorry Clark!) but we had some good company going on. In the spirit of Le Tour de France, I gave Julie a lovely chardonnay called Le Bicicleta, or something along those lines--it had a yellow label and a picture of someone on a bicycle on it! Just like Lance Armstrong! But no LIVSTRONG bracelet.
We didn't make arrangements for a birthday cake, so we had to improvise. And so the bun-cake was born! Deb asked for the waitress to bring out a bun with candles in it, seeing as how Tuggs doesn't really do desserts, and she came out with this concoction:
which was a bun on top of a cookie, held together with whipped cream, and topped with candles. Happy Birthday! Well, at least one person there was able to enjoy the cake:
So, after the cake incident, it was pretty much back to normal.
I will write more soon!
Here's a quick summary of the past few days:
Tuesday night--I didn't make it to PINGO; I was at work late and then I had a late dinner at Chevy's downtown (one of my all time favorite restaurants) with Autumn, my "invisible" friend, according to Deb (since she's never met her!).
Wednesday: slept in a little bit, since I took the rest ofthe week off from work, and went house hunting in the afternoon with Nancy, Deb's cousin, and then Deb joined us along the way to put in her two cents. Verdict? House hunting sucks! But it was only day one, so plenty more places to see. I got home at about 4:30p and fell asleep on the couch until 10p. Oops! I was wiped out!
Thursday: another busy day. I slept in again, but mainly due to the fact that I couldn't fall asleep the night before, due to my 6 hour nap. Sat on my deck for a little bit, trying to get some color on my skin. I think I've hit my tan max for the summer. Damn! Then I went to Juut Salon Spa in Edina and had my hair colored--I'm going back to my roots! Dishwater blonde, here I come!
The big event was Julie's belated birthday party at Tuggs on Main. The waitress was a bit of a ditz (sorry Clark!) but we had some good company going on. In the spirit of Le Tour de France, I gave Julie a lovely chardonnay called Le Bicicleta, or something along those lines--it had a yellow label and a picture of someone on a bicycle on it! Just like Lance Armstrong! But no LIVSTRONG bracelet.
We didn't make arrangements for a birthday cake, so we had to improvise. And so the bun-cake was born! Deb asked for the waitress to bring out a bun with candles in it, seeing as how Tuggs doesn't really do desserts, and she came out with this concoction:
which was a bun on top of a cookie, held together with whipped cream, and topped with candles. Happy Birthday! Well, at least one person there was able to enjoy the cake:
So, after the cake incident, it was pretty much back to normal.
I will write more soon!
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Darkness
Check out my crazy dark friend, Aimee, at her blog:
www.aimeeinchaos.blogspot.com
She lives in Holly-weird. Ewww.
www.aimeeinchaos.blogspot.com
She lives in Holly-weird. Ewww.
Monday, July 18, 2005
hot child in the city
Well, my good friend Debbie and I sure had an interesting time Friday night. Let me start by saying that it was about 700 degrees out last night...well, it was more like 90 degrees but it felt awful! I do not like being hot, unless I'm on vacation, then it's okay. But when I'm at home? No thanks!
Anyhoo...Deb and I began our night by getting on the light rail and going down to Manny's Tortas on Lake Street. We got off on Lake Street from the LRT and walked 4 blocks to the restaurant. Mistake number 1. Walking 4 blocks in the heat did not make us very happy. I don't think I've ever sweated so much without actually playing a sport. I realized just how sweaty I was when we walked into Manny's. They didn't have air conditioning, so the sweat just poured outta me. Misery! Thankfully, the walk was well worth it, because the food at Manny's was delicious! I ordered the Torta de pollo (chicken sandwich) and a Dos XX beer. You can read more about the food on Deb's blog.
So, when we walked back to the LRT station, at least there was a slight breeze and it cooled down to about 87, so while it was still disgustingly hot, it wasn't as bad as before. God bless the LRT, because when we got on, the AC was on FULL BLOW and it was so cold in there! Yes! Deb and I entertained ourselves on the LRT by listening to me do my impersonation of one of my client's secretary. Only downside of the LRT experience was that there were no garbage cans. I later found out that they were supposedly removed due to the raised terror alert...
On the train, we decided that it was too hot and we were skipping the block party and going to drink indoors instead. I told her that Rosen's has a good happy hour, so we decided to go there. Mistake number 2. We walked in and the waitress asked us if we needed a table, then walked away! We had to hunt her down and get her to seat us. Then we ordered a beer each and ordered an order of fries and chips and salsa. This was at 7:10p. We waited 40 minutes for our measly order (see Deb's blog for more negative reviews on Rosen's). The fries came with this nasty, watery, thousand island dressing type substance. And a moth flew at us! Deb gave Rosen's a big thumbs-down.
Next, we went over to Champps. Walking in, the first thing I noticed is that it smelled like dog piss. The bartender was friendly, though, and we each got our drinks within 5 minutes of ordering, so already it was shaping up to be better than Rosen's! Deb ordered some ice cream sundae thing called "Cookie Espress," and then requested more ice cream...which she was charged for! So that did not sit well with her. I think it's because she was being picky and asked them to make it with hot fudge instead of regular chocolate sauce--sorry Deb!
One of the bartenders brought these two skanky chicks sitting next to us an order of funkadelic quesadillas, or, as Deb said, "funkadelhic." The bartender thought Deb said "fu**adelic" and he was going on about that for a couple minutes. One of the skanky chicks was flirting with the "funkadelhic" bartender, and it was one of the most annoyingly gross conversations I think there has ever been here on earth. Then another guy came in and ordered a gin and tonic and the bartender told him they didn't carry the gin he was requesting, which was a lie, since the bottle was clear as day sitting in the holder thing! IBTF--I beg to differ!! That dude got pissed at him and they had words. All in all, a very entertaining sight.
Some of the other fun quotes/thoughts from Champps:
1. Erica: "the world is a stage and we are merely players"--stated after the annoying conversation from above
2. Deb: "Who is Lew Ford??"--while watching the Twins game
3. I made a comment that Champps has countertops like an old fashioned drug store, like a Woolworth's, with a soda fountain, so Deb wrote in the notes we were taking, "Malt shoppe countertop."
4. Much brainstorming was done in preparation for the upcoming Gopher football season--lots of fun surprises are coming, Gopher fans!
Lastly, we ended up at Lyon's Pub, which is where we ended up at after the lame-ass concert the other night. We sat in the little bar off the main room and had a good time over there. Well, I had a good time. Deb was too full from eating dinner and dessert. It must have been bad because she said, "I'm never eating again," and, "I'm fasting tomorrow." At one point she left to go and throw up! But thankfully she didn't. Although she did scare some chick in the bathroom. Deb and I called So-so Def, aka Sonja, aka Short Stuff, from the bar at the same time. That chick is crazay!! Teasing! Kirsten then called me while we were sitting at the bar and told me that she was at the softball fields in Bloomington with the Hansons! Everyone was coming out of the woodwork that night!
Well, Deb and I started making plans for me to host a Scottish-themed party at some point, and then while we were taking notes, that Tom Petty song that played in "Silence of the Lambs" came on. It goes something like, "She was an American girl!" or whatever. Anyways, the reason this is funny is because she said it was that song playing in the last kidnapped girl's car the night of when she was kidnapped by Buffalo Bill. Then, my being aided by about, oh, 5 beers, and the hot hot heat, I started saying, in the same voice as the actress, "Mister! I've got your dog! She's really hurt!" That was comic gold. Many laughs were had. So that's all I said, pretty much, for the rest of the night and on the LRT ride home. Deb's new friend Zach was supposed to join us, but was a no-show. WTF?
Tuesday night is the big PINGO drawing for the silver Amber Bock cooler at Park Tavern! I'll let you know if I win. Until then, keep it real!
Anyhoo...Deb and I began our night by getting on the light rail and going down to Manny's Tortas on Lake Street. We got off on Lake Street from the LRT and walked 4 blocks to the restaurant. Mistake number 1. Walking 4 blocks in the heat did not make us very happy. I don't think I've ever sweated so much without actually playing a sport. I realized just how sweaty I was when we walked into Manny's. They didn't have air conditioning, so the sweat just poured outta me. Misery! Thankfully, the walk was well worth it, because the food at Manny's was delicious! I ordered the Torta de pollo (chicken sandwich) and a Dos XX beer. You can read more about the food on Deb's blog.
So, when we walked back to the LRT station, at least there was a slight breeze and it cooled down to about 87, so while it was still disgustingly hot, it wasn't as bad as before. God bless the LRT, because when we got on, the AC was on FULL BLOW and it was so cold in there! Yes! Deb and I entertained ourselves on the LRT by listening to me do my impersonation of one of my client's secretary. Only downside of the LRT experience was that there were no garbage cans. I later found out that they were supposedly removed due to the raised terror alert...
On the train, we decided that it was too hot and we were skipping the block party and going to drink indoors instead. I told her that Rosen's has a good happy hour, so we decided to go there. Mistake number 2. We walked in and the waitress asked us if we needed a table, then walked away! We had to hunt her down and get her to seat us. Then we ordered a beer each and ordered an order of fries and chips and salsa. This was at 7:10p. We waited 40 minutes for our measly order (see Deb's blog for more negative reviews on Rosen's). The fries came with this nasty, watery, thousand island dressing type substance. And a moth flew at us! Deb gave Rosen's a big thumbs-down.
Next, we went over to Champps. Walking in, the first thing I noticed is that it smelled like dog piss. The bartender was friendly, though, and we each got our drinks within 5 minutes of ordering, so already it was shaping up to be better than Rosen's! Deb ordered some ice cream sundae thing called "Cookie Espress," and then requested more ice cream...which she was charged for! So that did not sit well with her. I think it's because she was being picky and asked them to make it with hot fudge instead of regular chocolate sauce--sorry Deb!
One of the bartenders brought these two skanky chicks sitting next to us an order of funkadelic quesadillas, or, as Deb said, "funkadelhic." The bartender thought Deb said "fu**adelic" and he was going on about that for a couple minutes. One of the skanky chicks was flirting with the "funkadelhic" bartender, and it was one of the most annoyingly gross conversations I think there has ever been here on earth. Then another guy came in and ordered a gin and tonic and the bartender told him they didn't carry the gin he was requesting, which was a lie, since the bottle was clear as day sitting in the holder thing! IBTF--I beg to differ!! That dude got pissed at him and they had words. All in all, a very entertaining sight.
Some of the other fun quotes/thoughts from Champps:
1. Erica: "the world is a stage and we are merely players"--stated after the annoying conversation from above
2. Deb: "Who is Lew Ford??"--while watching the Twins game
3. I made a comment that Champps has countertops like an old fashioned drug store, like a Woolworth's, with a soda fountain, so Deb wrote in the notes we were taking, "Malt shoppe countertop."
4. Much brainstorming was done in preparation for the upcoming Gopher football season--lots of fun surprises are coming, Gopher fans!
Lastly, we ended up at Lyon's Pub, which is where we ended up at after the lame-ass concert the other night. We sat in the little bar off the main room and had a good time over there. Well, I had a good time. Deb was too full from eating dinner and dessert. It must have been bad because she said, "I'm never eating again," and, "I'm fasting tomorrow." At one point she left to go and throw up! But thankfully she didn't. Although she did scare some chick in the bathroom. Deb and I called So-so Def, aka Sonja, aka Short Stuff, from the bar at the same time. That chick is crazay!! Teasing! Kirsten then called me while we were sitting at the bar and told me that she was at the softball fields in Bloomington with the Hansons! Everyone was coming out of the woodwork that night!
Well, Deb and I started making plans for me to host a Scottish-themed party at some point, and then while we were taking notes, that Tom Petty song that played in "Silence of the Lambs" came on. It goes something like, "She was an American girl!" or whatever. Anyways, the reason this is funny is because she said it was that song playing in the last kidnapped girl's car the night of when she was kidnapped by Buffalo Bill. Then, my being aided by about, oh, 5 beers, and the hot hot heat, I started saying, in the same voice as the actress, "Mister! I've got your dog! She's really hurt!" That was comic gold. Many laughs were had. So that's all I said, pretty much, for the rest of the night and on the LRT ride home. Deb's new friend Zach was supposed to join us, but was a no-show. WTF?
Tuesday night is the big PINGO drawing for the silver Amber Bock cooler at Park Tavern! I'll let you know if I win. Until then, keep it real!
Thursday, July 14, 2005
plans
Deb and I are going to hit up the Hennepin Ave. Block Party tomorrow night; I'll write a review of the fun we have later. Maybe I'll even take pictures. Anyone else interested in coming along?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Pimpin' All Over the World
PICTURES FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Ludacris
Ludacris
G-Unit on stage
Ludacris
Last night, my friend Deb hooked me and my friend Marie up with FREE tickets to the Brooke Valentine/Lil' Jon and the East Side Boyzs/Ludacris/G-Unit concert! I tried taking some pictures with my camera phone, but they didn't turn out the greatest. Oh well. We skipped Brooke Valentine since she's a one-hit wonder (come on, with a song like "Girlfight," we all know it's true) and spent that time sitting at the alley bar at Champps downtown, drinking beer and chatting with Deb's new friend, Zach. By the time we got to the concert, Lil' Jon was finishing up his set, so we heard a little of "Get Low" and then it was the intermission before Ludacris came on. I wish we would have seen more of Lil' Jon because:
1. I read in the Star Tribune that he was pretty good, and
2. Playing on the big screens flanked on either side of the stage were clips of Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock screaming "What?" and "Okay!"
Ludacris was okay--he's no Snoop Dogg, but he still was entertaining. Deb was saying, "Hey girl, how you doin?" all night long, so she was excited when Ludacris started in on "Pimpin' All Over the World."
Marie and I got Michelob Golden Light to drink, on tap, and it tasted like yeast, so we were busy complaining about that for the majority of the evening. I would not recommend ordering Michelob Golden Light at the Target Center--gross!
I guess rap doesn't pay that much, because during the next intermission, commercials for 50 Cent's new movie, new energy drink (like Gatorade??), new G-Unit clothing/shoe line, and new video game where he's killing all sorts of dudes, were playing. Not to mention the vendor booths at the concert for G-Unit sneakers from Reebok, t-shirts that said "Crunk King" or "Crunk or Die!" that sold for $30 each. Honestly, who's going to buy that? (Although I thought it would be pretty funny to have a "Crunk King" shirt. Oh well.)
Then G-Unit came on. Yawn. Seriously, they were not good. The only song I wanted to hear was "Shorty Wanna Ride" by Young Buck, and once that was done, we left. Thankfully the tickets were free, so we didn't feel bad for leaving early!
Deb and I then left Marie at the parking ramp and walked over to Lyon's Pub, which I'm sure Deb will be mentioning in her blog. We sat down outside with a guy named Marcus who was waiting for his coworkers, Andy and Sean, to join him. Domestic pitchers are $5 at Lyon's Pub on Tuesday, so we had to have one! Then Deb proceded to get tipsy, and we didn't end up leaving until about 11:30 PM. I had to be at work at 8 AM today, so that sucked. Plus, someone called my cell phone at 4:50 AM and woke me up--I'm so changing my number!
a wee bit about me...
Well, as I'm sure you can tell, this is Erica! Most of my friends call me E. I'm a big fan of the Minnesota Gophers, the Minnesota Twins, and the Minnesota Vikings. I studied abroad at the University of Edinburgh in Edinburgh, Scotland, when I was a sophomore at the University of St. Thomas. Seeing as how I hated St. Thomas, I transferred to the U of M my junior year and had a blast.
I'm fluent in Spanish and Dutch, neither of which I use for work or personal purposes anymore. Oh well!
I'm fluent in Spanish and Dutch, neither of which I use for work or personal purposes anymore. Oh well!
First entry!
Well, after seeing the excitement in my friend Deborah's eyes when she spoke of her new blog, I decided to get in on the action! So, here's the deal: I'll probably type a lot of nonsense in here and tell a good story or two. And it'll probably be really boring. Sorry. But I'll try to spice it up for y'all. Be nice to me--I'm new at this!
More to come later...
More to come later...
