Initially my sister and I were going to go thrift shopping after she got off work. Only not a lot of places are open on Sundays. So, naturally, we went out for sushi instead.
And again, naturally, we forgot to take photos.
So here are a few car snapshots that were taken before I jumped out onto the icy sidewalk, and ran back indoors to my blanket and couch.
(We went to Wakame in Uptown. They have happy hour sushi and drinks until 6:00p.m. We got there at 4:30ish, right before a huge rush of people.)
I guess I was underwhelmed (in an overwhelming way) by the excitement of football–I forgot to take pictures.
I ate one of my favorite appetizers: spinach dip with hawaiian bread (Beth do you have this recipe?).
And then I waited for good commercials. Only one was especially good.
Then I read during the game.
That’s the closest face photo I have to say “I know I should care more about football. I just don’t.”
My day was spent on the road, driving back from my weekend up north.
And as I drove, I craved sushi.
So I decided I was going to eat some. We went to Kiku’s in Uptown. They had a happy hour deal…except it’s always happy hour. So, is that really a deal? (Plus I always order a million rolls and apps, so my bill came to over $30!)One mass text later, I had a few takers.I had my go-to gals.And a little later a few guys showed up. I hadn’t seen them in months (and I barely knew them), but I knew they lived in the area. And, this is how you make friends–right?!
I didn’t take any pictures of sushi, or the guys, because a.) I was using my friend’s phone since I have a shitty camera on mine, and b.) I was starting to get sick (blurry eyesight, migraine, upset stomach, etc.).
I went home to sleep, and I’m still feeling “off.” Poo.
I used to work at Deep Portage Conservation Reserve.
Every year they host the “Winter Rendezvous,” a day-long event filled with outdoor challenges (tomahawk throwing, snowshoe races, etc.). They always ask the old employees to come back and man a station. I had the Atlatl (Aztec spear thrower), and the snowshoe race stations.
It was wonderful to be back.
I love this land.
I miss these activities, and working with kids.
And in a sick way, I miss being exposed to the elements.
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.
She won three times.
And I won a free drink.