minnesota...
is fucking hot. And has funny accents. And has weather much like Chicago. "oh it's raining. no, fuck it's 95 and burning. no, it's raining"
yup, this is my vacation. In Minnesota for a big fucking soccer tournament. USA Cup, at the National Sports Center. I enjoy watching Kevin play. He's played Columbia (tie), Texas (loss), and a Minnesota team (win). They play an Alaskan team tomorrow. If they win that, they play another Minnesota team.
But the most enjoyable part of the tourney was having a 20+ minute convo with a Belgian official while at Target.
And the strange moment...getting called hot by a bunch of 14 year olds. Blah. One of Kevin's teammates called me hot, and Kevin got uppity.
Nicky: "well, you're allowed to call AJ's sister hot."
Kevin: "but it's different."
Nicky: "How??"
Kevin: ".....Because I'm bigger than AJ."
It's been fun, all in all. We went to the Mall of America. It's just a fucking mall. A big big mall. We spent like 4.5 hours there, and now we're done. We never have to go again. Kevin got his damn Vikings stuff, and we're done.
It's relaxing not being at work. Especially knowing that next week is my heaviest week so far. I have next week, then the week after, then the week after, then I go back to Bloomington after work on Friday August 8th. We start exec stuff at 10:30 am on August 9th. Then stuff all week until 4-5 at night. Then back to school the 18th. I'm strangely excited. And a lot of that is being back by Brendon all the time again. My patience with summer is wearing thin, and he's getting the bitchy end of that. I feel bad. But we both enjoy arguing. Both of us have to be right, and both of us are good arguers.