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Day 97: Roommate Bonding Time

It was SUCH a nice day out. I wanted to walk to a restaurant and sit out on a patio. So I came home, and forced my hungover roommate to go on an Uptown adventure with me. We walked to Pat’s Tap, and ended up sitting inside. The patio was in the shade, and it’s just not that warm yet. They have good bloody marys.photo 4 (20)I’m SO ready to live alone, but I sure am going to miss this girl.photo 1 (22)photo 3 (26)After our bloodies, we walked to Uptown Tavern, my stinking gravity hole of bars. I always end up there, and I am rarely impressed (I think it’s just a vibe thing). For the first time ever, we ventured to the “game-y” section of the bar where we played big game hunter (I’m obsessed with this game!) and beer pong.photo 5 (18) Then we walked back to the apartment to watch Frozenphoto 4 (19) And we found a cat along the way.photo 3 (25)

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Day 21: Had Dinner at Kramarcuk’s

Today my coworker and I went to Kramarcuk’s for some delicious grub after work.122_0124 Red Cabbage has got to be on my top ten favorite food list.122_0125The pyrohy’s were contenders for that list too. Why didn’t I order some to go? I could be eating in bed as I type this.

Oh and they have beer mugs for $3 when you order beer. What a steal! Especially when you need another beer mug (sigh/eye-roll).122_0126The food and service was superb (I will be back!). The trip to the restaurant–situated in downtown Minneapolis–was head-shake worthy (during the after-work rush hour), but it has a parking lot. So that was NICE. 

Oh and look what else we came across. The cookbook our work published. We knew we heard about this place before…122_0127 Now if only I could reach into the picture and grab a jar of that nutella…122_0128

Day 17: Went to a Suburb Bar

Weekends can be sort of stressful because exciting activities are expected. When I got home from work, I wanted to lay down and be lazy, and maybe go to bed at 8 p.m. But, I had to do something “photoworthy.” So, my roommate told me to take my dirtbag self and shower and get ready, that we were going to suburbia.

Spencer picked up some flavored vodka and sparkling water (fyi, this is a delicious drink that makes you stay hydrated too!), and came over. Then we tripped it out to the burbs (stayed at her sister’s house), and trekked to Wild Bill’s.

It was like an Ed Hardy explosion.

And we.got.drunk.

122_0105122_0106122_0117 At the end of the night, Elton John and Sweaty Cowboy showed up. Initially we tried to get a sneaky picture (“I’ll stand behind them, just pretend you’re taking a picture of me”).122_0120 Then I just jumped in there.122_0119 I tend to force photos on strangers.hallWe danced our butts off, sang (poorly…I really don’t know the lyrics to any songs), glass-clinked, and hip checked people who came too close to the hurricane that was us.122_0122And then we returned the next day for a bloody mary (which was pretty good). But really, we weren’t hungover–only tired. We think this is because of the drinks with water (instead of pop), the dancing, and the giant Toppers mac & cheese with bacon pizza we devoured before bed (and holy crap was that good).

Time to go raid the leftovers…

Day 16: Reunited With an Old (Yet New) Friend

Ok, so when I say I had a “bad day,” it’s really an unfair generalization. My car started, I got to work safely, I met with a real cheery author, and I got to meet with a friend for “dinner.”

And little details in there were a bit unpleasant.

Anyways, what counts, is that I got to meet with an old (yet new) friend for “dinner.” I considered it “dinner,” because it was around supper time, but I put it in quotations, because I just got pie and wine. And I labelled her an old (yet new) friend, because I’ve only known this friend for a year (new), but she was the first person I met in the Twin Cities (old).

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I met Laine at WIN (Women in Networking) a year ago (my first day at my job). Laine learned I was new to the area, so she asked me to meet up for dinner. We went to Gigi’s that first night, and again tonight for old times sake.

When you learn someone is new to an area, job, or apartment, do you try to make them feel welcome?ImageImage

Tonight Laine helped me brainstorm through my writing group’s road blocks. (And a few personal moral dilemmas. No big deal.)

We also set up a tentative one-on-one photography lesson. You see, Laine’s real talented.ImageAnd we tried to take a million photos…and I’d say they’re all keepers.Image

Day 11: Went to a Meat Raffle

I’d never been to a meat raffle before. Naturally, since it is a midwestern (and often unheard of) activity, I had to add it to the “Slice of Bliss” list.

So I tagged along with my coworker/friend Heather, to Cy’s Bar and Grill.

How it works: You buy a $1 raffle ticket. They spin a wheel, and if it lands on your number, you get to pick out a package of meat. Tada! And you keep playing until all the meat’s gone.  They do this at CJ’s every weekend. I’d go all the time if it was in my neck of the woods. (So I’m going to have to do some research.)

Heather, was the meat raffle queen.

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She won three times.

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And I won a free drink.

Day 9: After-work Drinks/Apps (Cowboy Jacks)

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A couple of weeks before the holiday break, I met up with my old friend Stephanie. We grew up together (she calls me Katy Jo, an indicator that she’s known me awhile). Our friendship sort of dissolved when we got impatient with each other a few years back.

And then time passed, and we realized that it was time to reconnect and forget about the foolishness of the past. Good friends are hard to come by.

So tonight I met up with Stephanie again, and we went to Cowboy Jacks for some drinks and an appetizer.

It was packed  when I got there. Stephanie was running late due to traffic, so I high-tailed it to  the bar. Then I just stood there awkwardly, too dazed from the pace of things, trying to shake off the computer-coma from work, shrug off my uber long scarf, and take off my faux-fur coat that was making me self-conscious in this low-key place. Luckily, some lady at the bar got the bartender’s attention for me, and the beer helped me relax while I waited.

When Steph showed up, we got a booth (after our buzzer finally went off), and we ordered some nachos.

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And my revenge shot just made her look cute.1511565_10152216222982845_1457914499_n1599823_10152216221582845_1972581033_o

And all this was topped off by our front row seats to the bull-riding.904467_10152216221077845_1859909956_o

Oh, and one more thing.

I’m doing the Polar Plunge with the Cowboy Jacks team this year. The event raises money for the Special Olympics. I need to raise at least $75 to get the reward of jumping into a frigid winter lake. So, if you have a dollar to spare (every.single.bit.helps.), please pledge my leap here.

polarIf you send me your contact info, I’ll be sure to send donators a photo of me jumping (like this one.) Or, a picture of my horrified expression exiting the lake.

Day 4: Went to a Bluegrass Show

Last night, for day 4, some buds and I headed to the Ice House to see a Bluegrass band.

There was an $8 cover, and the drinks weren’t cheap (but it was my own fault for committing to some very extreme pinot noir guzzling).

The venue has a real nice ambience, the low lighting that helps you stay off your phone–because when you look up from the extreme screen brightness, you are temporarily blind–and instead be present with your company.

I think this place would be great for a date.

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We started upstairs, where it was harder to see/enjoy the band, and the waiter was slow and disengaged. He used an electronic phone-like device to take orders (when he rarely did take our order), and I was convinced he was texting right in front of us. Kids these days.2014-01-05 13.45.08-6

There was a hole in the wall next to our table, and after I searched it for any notes (there were none), I wanted to know what was on the other side of that mysterious wall. So I stuck my camera through and took a picture.2014-01-05 13.45.08-5

It was just the bathroom.2014-01-05 13.45.08-7

My cheap camera (the one I take out when I’m drinking), takes some really bad photos.2014-01-05 13.45.08-9

After these starter shots, my battery light started blinking. Unfortunately, it died a little later, missing all the dance photo opportunities, and the potential center stage band shots/videos.2014-01-05 13.45.08-13

We moved down to a booth on the main floor, where the music was closer, and the waitress was wonderful.2014-01-05 13.45.08-15

And we sat and drank.2014-01-05 13.45.08-16And a buzz started. And a camera died.

And we danced.

I twirled strangers, laughed and swayed, and after the band’s last song, we yelled ENCORE! So, for the grand finale, the band came out on the floor with us. I couldn’t stop staring at their fingers, moving so easily between chords. I also couldn’t stop staring at the main guitarist’s flesh-colored mustache.

As we waited for the cab to pull up, the bartender shot whiskey in our mouths via a mustard bottle. He also cured Krista’s hiccups. And again, I was fascinated by facial hair. I just couldn’t stop complimenting his beard.