Threefold
This weekend, my father and I are driving up to St. Paul to see the newest male addition to our family. On the one hand, I'm excited about it, but on the other, I really don't want to drive 7 hours anywhere with just my dad. Placing the two of us in an enclosed space is much the same as sealing a pair of praying mantises inside a glass jar. It's sadistic.
Our basic plan for the trip is threefold:
1) See the new little one and revel in the wonders of life/procreation/unionofmanandwoman.
2) Determine whether or not my grandmother has gone crazy, yet.
3) Secure a new home for the family canoe.
My tertiary plan for the trip is threefold, as well:
1) Extend my world soccer domination by playing with and carrying Ben's team to glory.
2) Expressly inform my cousin Leslie that I'm a big, man-kissing, gay-wad, because apparently, she's been asking about it.
3) Explore the land of my forefathers, of my youth, thus reaquanting myself with my roots.
My super-conditional plan for the trip is, you guessed it, also threefold:
1) Eat at Bruger's Bagels.
2) Take a walk by the mighty Mississippi, who I love so dear.
3) Trick someone in my family into buying me new $200 soccer cleats. Ha.
That's a lot of shit to cram into two days, but I'm sure I can manage. Given I survive the trip up, that is.
-ZGS
Our basic plan for the trip is threefold:
1) See the new little one and revel in the wonders of life/procreation/unionofmanandwoman.
2) Determine whether or not my grandmother has gone crazy, yet.
3) Secure a new home for the family canoe.
My tertiary plan for the trip is threefold, as well:
1) Extend my world soccer domination by playing with and carrying Ben's team to glory.
2) Expressly inform my cousin Leslie that I'm a big, man-kissing, gay-wad, because apparently, she's been asking about it.
3) Explore the land of my forefathers, of my youth, thus reaquanting myself with my roots.
My super-conditional plan for the trip is, you guessed it, also threefold:
1) Eat at Bruger's Bagels.
2) Take a walk by the mighty Mississippi, who I love so dear.
3) Trick someone in my family into buying me new $200 soccer cleats. Ha.
That's a lot of shit to cram into two days, but I'm sure I can manage. Given I survive the trip up, that is.
-ZGS