Colleen: a sign of end times or just a new friend?
So I was in Minneapolis last weekend. I present to you a somewhat detailed account:
Friday I ditched work early and arrived in Mpls around 7:30. I drank a beer and showered to hang out with Ed. I was sort of itching to hang out in St Paul for whatever reason, so I was glad when he said he had a plan. We ended up walking to this little restaurant called The Vintage which is located on Selby and it's very dimly lit and romantic and shit. We sat outside in the garden-thing and there were candles everywhere. I think something may be wrong with me because while I really enjoy his friendship, I don't deal well with the old-fashioned romance thing. A bottle of wine, sharing food, dude paying... it's nice and all, but something felt weird. Conversation was very interesting, although I sometimes felt as though he was trying to intellectually one-up me, just to prove that he's smarter or something.
Call me crazy, but I wasn't really in the mood for a makeout session, so I drove back to Minneapolis and roused JD from the couch. By this time it was 12:30am or so. We walked to this very lame bar called 101 Blu on Hennepin and drank martinis and ended up getting quite tipsy with our lovely server Colleen, who is smart and funny and hott and wanted to drink with us. For the finale we consumed very large cosmopolitans from Figlio and parted ways. JD and I stumbled home and made potstickers and talked incoherently until around 3:30am.
It is mysterious to me that JD and I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 9 on Saturday morning. We walked to the bun shop for rolls and coffee and then headed to the St Louis Park Home Depot to purchase paint for our afternoon project of recoloring JD's kitchen. Lo and behold, there was Colleen! She doubles as a Behr paint specialist at the Home Depot! It was very, very bizarre. She looks very hott in that orange apron, though. We made plans for drinks next time I'm in town.
JD and I painted all afternoon and then cleaned up to go to Oktoberfest in the tent at Emilia's parents' restaurant in Northeast. The Gasthof during Oktoberfest is just mind-boggling. So many fratboys, so little time (to beat them up). We got free Warsteiner and German potato salad, though. We finally decided to leave when Emilia's boyfriend (err... fiance? husband?) Piotrek was through working. We headed to Stasiu's and watched really putrid karaoke.
Sunday meant breakfast at the Uptown, again with Emilia and Piotrek. I love those two, but every once in awhile they start bickering in Polish like a pair of deaf, wrinkled geriatrics. (Maybe it gets them in the mood or something.) We also made the requisite IKEA trip to pick out a lighting concept for his newly-painted kitchen. I am beginning to hate IKEA. I flew back shortly thereafter, but not before checking out Panorama Video's sale on films geared toward a specifically adult population with JD.
Now I'm here and everything moves slowly as I creep on to the next weekend. I think the most exciting thing to happen to me this week was the purchase of Halloween, Alaska's Too Tall to Hide, which I've been meaning to pick up for quite some time. Listening to "Drowned" makes me want to hug and be hugged so hard it hurts.
Friday I ditched work early and arrived in Mpls around 7:30. I drank a beer and showered to hang out with Ed. I was sort of itching to hang out in St Paul for whatever reason, so I was glad when he said he had a plan. We ended up walking to this little restaurant called The Vintage which is located on Selby and it's very dimly lit and romantic and shit. We sat outside in the garden-thing and there were candles everywhere. I think something may be wrong with me because while I really enjoy his friendship, I don't deal well with the old-fashioned romance thing. A bottle of wine, sharing food, dude paying... it's nice and all, but something felt weird. Conversation was very interesting, although I sometimes felt as though he was trying to intellectually one-up me, just to prove that he's smarter or something.
Call me crazy, but I wasn't really in the mood for a makeout session, so I drove back to Minneapolis and roused JD from the couch. By this time it was 12:30am or so. We walked to this very lame bar called 101 Blu on Hennepin and drank martinis and ended up getting quite tipsy with our lovely server Colleen, who is smart and funny and hott and wanted to drink with us. For the finale we consumed very large cosmopolitans from Figlio and parted ways. JD and I stumbled home and made potstickers and talked incoherently until around 3:30am.
It is mysterious to me that JD and I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 9 on Saturday morning. We walked to the bun shop for rolls and coffee and then headed to the St Louis Park Home Depot to purchase paint for our afternoon project of recoloring JD's kitchen. Lo and behold, there was Colleen! She doubles as a Behr paint specialist at the Home Depot! It was very, very bizarre. She looks very hott in that orange apron, though. We made plans for drinks next time I'm in town.
JD and I painted all afternoon and then cleaned up to go to Oktoberfest in the tent at Emilia's parents' restaurant in Northeast. The Gasthof during Oktoberfest is just mind-boggling. So many fratboys, so little time (to beat them up). We got free Warsteiner and German potato salad, though. We finally decided to leave when Emilia's boyfriend (err... fiance? husband?) Piotrek was through working. We headed to Stasiu's and watched really putrid karaoke.
Sunday meant breakfast at the Uptown, again with Emilia and Piotrek. I love those two, but every once in awhile they start bickering in Polish like a pair of deaf, wrinkled geriatrics. (Maybe it gets them in the mood or something.) We also made the requisite IKEA trip to pick out a lighting concept for his newly-painted kitchen. I am beginning to hate IKEA. I flew back shortly thereafter, but not before checking out Panorama Video's sale on films geared toward a specifically adult population with JD.
Now I'm here and everything moves slowly as I creep on to the next weekend. I think the most exciting thing to happen to me this week was the purchase of Halloween, Alaska's Too Tall to Hide, which I've been meaning to pick up for quite some time. Listening to "Drowned" makes me want to hug and be hugged so hard it hurts.