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I've been meaning to make a post about my trip to Minnesota/various other states that no one really cares about since I got back. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough batteries to load my pictures onto the computer, and this post just wouldn't be interesting without pictures. As it is, I think me and Shira are the only two people that will look at it. Or, at least the only two people who will be interested in it. Here goes.
I'll start off with my pictures from Minnesota.
Downtown Minneapolis is pretty. It's also hard to take pictures of, made apparent by the following:
There are three good things about Minnesota. That's right. Only three. The first would be all of the things that remind me of being little.
Like my grandfather's appartment building. (If you squint real hard, you can kinda see it in the background)
Or like the Hennepin bridge ♥
And the sailboat made out of neon lights on the skyway in Riverplace.
Best intersection ever.
My grandmother's house.
Betsy and Julius' house.
The red house on the corner.
Pregnant house much?
Best house in all of St. Louis Park. That's right. That's a giant treehouse.
The second best thing is the company.
Let's take a closer look at how fucking adorable this is.
And the third thing is the food.
If you could drink heaven, it would be in the form of an Annie's Parlor malt.
Sebastian Joe's makes me happy. So happy that I felt the need to not only photograph my ice cream, but also take two pictures of the signs outside.
On our way home from Minnesota, we ventured through South Bend/Mishawaka Indiana, where the Brooks family used to reside.
1949 Brookmede drive.... This is the house that we used to leave in. I don't remember it being so.... blue. I also don't remember it being so country. I do however remember that tree being a whole lot bigger.
This is the park two seconds from our house that my grandfather would bring Shira to when he came to visit.
People in South Bend are apparently very proud of Notre Dame. Strong supporters of the Fighting Irish...
I love how nanchallant they're trying to be.
Yeah. That's right. They have an angry leprachaun painted on their garage. And it's been there for at least 20 years, too.
No more ethanol at all.
No more shops closing at the mall.
No more cloudy day after day.
No more sneazing from all the hay.
We don't need a fighting song...
We need a place where people get along.
We also need a place where people aren't crazy.
I tried to find the watertower that said South Bend on it.... I could see it from the highway, but I had no luck while we were driving around. I figured I'd settle for the town over.
Before we left, we paid a short little visit to Notre Damn. I mean Dame. I didn't do that on purpose... but it was too funny for me to delete.
My sister remembered the really cool mural that they had painted on a huge building...
I remembered how their lights there were really cool.
They really were cool. . .
And....
Wisconsin is both beautiful and well known for their cheese.
Unfortunately... spelling is not something that they excel in.
There are so many billboards for cheese in Wisconsin. I was planning on taking a picture of every one that I saw. This plan failed, however, and this was the only picture I got.
When Shira and I weren't designing funnels to pee into, this is where we stopped to relieve ourselves.
This truck managed to make me miss Kelsey and Wing, all at once.
This picture is for Hann and Eric. If you look close enough, you can see that the license plate says XTREMOM. I laughed.
Fantasty Gifts. Actually, what you do in the bedroom really is our business. Creepy.
At one point in Ohio, or Illinois, or something... I saw a car that was from Connecticut. I got so happy that I took a picture.
And... that's it. That pretty much sums up our entire trip. I should have taken a picture of all the food we started out with. Actually... I still could. After about 3000 miles... we hardly ate any.
I was saving myself for the malt.
I'll start off with my pictures from Minnesota.
Downtown Minneapolis is pretty. It's also hard to take pictures of, made apparent by the following:
There are three good things about Minnesota. That's right. Only three. The first would be all of the things that remind me of being little.
Like my grandfather's appartment building. (If you squint real hard, you can kinda see it in the background)
Or like the Hennepin bridge ♥
And the sailboat made out of neon lights on the skyway in Riverplace.
Best intersection ever.
My grandmother's house.
Betsy and Julius' house.
The red house on the corner.
Pregnant house much?
Best house in all of St. Louis Park. That's right. That's a giant treehouse.
The second best thing is the company.
Let's take a closer look at how fucking adorable this is.
And the third thing is the food.
If you could drink heaven, it would be in the form of an Annie's Parlor malt.
Sebastian Joe's makes me happy. So happy that I felt the need to not only photograph my ice cream, but also take two pictures of the signs outside.
On our way home from Minnesota, we ventured through South Bend/Mishawaka Indiana, where the Brooks family used to reside.
1949 Brookmede drive.... This is the house that we used to leave in. I don't remember it being so.... blue. I also don't remember it being so country. I do however remember that tree being a whole lot bigger.
This is the park two seconds from our house that my grandfather would bring Shira to when he came to visit.
People in South Bend are apparently very proud of Notre Dame. Strong supporters of the Fighting Irish...
I love how nanchallant they're trying to be.
Yeah. That's right. They have an angry leprachaun painted on their garage. And it's been there for at least 20 years, too.
No more ethanol at all.
No more shops closing at the mall.
No more cloudy day after day.
No more sneazing from all the hay.
We don't need a fighting song...
We need a place where people get along.
We also need a place where people aren't crazy.
I tried to find the watertower that said South Bend on it.... I could see it from the highway, but I had no luck while we were driving around. I figured I'd settle for the town over.
Before we left, we paid a short little visit to Notre Damn. I mean Dame. I didn't do that on purpose... but it was too funny for me to delete.
My sister remembered the really cool mural that they had painted on a huge building...
I remembered how their lights there were really cool.
They really were cool. . .
And....
Wisconsin is both beautiful and well known for their cheese.
Unfortunately... spelling is not something that they excel in.
There are so many billboards for cheese in Wisconsin. I was planning on taking a picture of every one that I saw. This plan failed, however, and this was the only picture I got.
When Shira and I weren't designing funnels to pee into, this is where we stopped to relieve ourselves.
This truck managed to make me miss Kelsey and Wing, all at once.
This picture is for Hann and Eric. If you look close enough, you can see that the license plate says XTREMOM. I laughed.
Fantasty Gifts. Actually, what you do in the bedroom really is our business. Creepy.
At one point in Ohio, or Illinois, or something... I saw a car that was from Connecticut. I got so happy that I took a picture.
And... that's it. That pretty much sums up our entire trip. I should have taken a picture of all the food we started out with. Actually... I still could. After about 3000 miles... we hardly ate any.
I was saving myself for the malt.