Here’s what I’ve been up to in roughly the last 16 days, Ma!
1. Volunteering and forcing my family to volunteer, too
Along with some alumnae of my college, I painted a fence and house in North St. Paul with Hearts and Hammers last week. It was pretty fun — I mean, I don’t want to come paint your house, or anything — but getting to know different people and wearing my sweatpants in public without fear of judgment is always a good thing. Until the next day when I could barely move my legs or neck. I really, really won’t be coming to paint your house.
The next day I (somehow) went to Feed My Starving Children again, to another special session for the Horn of Africa! This time I brought my mother and sister-in-law for some girl bonding. There are no photos of this girl-bonding because no one looks good in hairnets. Except, of course, my gorgeous sister-in-law. I look even more ridiculous standing next to her, so really: no pictures.
2. Brewery Tour-ery
As alluded to in this post, I somehow managed to schedule myself for two brewery tours on Saturday: the Summit Brewery (again) and Flat Earth Brewery. Did I have a great time? Of course I had a great time. Was it a ridiculous decision? Of course it was a ridiculous decision! Is there any other kind?
3. SKOL VIKINGS. SIGH VIKINGS.
Well, Lacy and I went to the game. That much is true. And our seats were not really that bad — we could see every blown opportunity just perfectly!
Actually, that’s not nice. They played thirty minutes of great football! And then whatever happens to them at halftime every week happened again, and it was like the second they came out of the locker room — with a 20-0 lead — everyone in the place felt it. It was no longer a winning football game.
I still managed to have some fun. Being there with Lacy, for instance, was great.
The, shall we say, tight ends are always appreciated. Seeing my name on the back of about half the people in the stadium is a weird kind of thrill, too. Chris Kluwe’s ricochet-style tackle was about as cute as a tackle can be. And Jared Allen showed up, even if some of the rest of the team (or coaching staff) didn’t.
My throat hurts from 3.5 hours of screaming; my soul hurts from a lifetime of caring. I’m not a sports analyst (or a movie critic, clearly); I just love the Vikings a little too much. I don’t know what’s going on with them right now, but I will continue to cheer them on, lose or lose worse, season after season, because that’s just the kind of idiot I am.
Who wants to go to the next game with me???