28 for 28: A birthday celebration, a social media experiment

Last year, my friend Al gave me a birthday card that said, “I love those people who are like ‘It’s my birthday week’ or ‘It’s my birthday month.’ Even Martin Luther King Jr. only gets a day. Calm down people.

I’ve had it displayed in my apartment for the past year because I enjoy missing the point. And I really enjoy my birthday/week/month.

This one is particularly IMPORTANT, however, as it’s my golden birthday. The one I’ve spent my whole life waiting for. On April 28th, I will be 28.

I think the first time I went to a golden birthday party, I was 8. So was the birthday girl. I remember balloons and a serious amount of envy as I realized I’d have to wait 20 years for my extra-special birthday party. Now that it’s here, what do I want?

Last year I had friends over for mimosas, went out for breakfast, took a bus to the Twins game (which was unfortunately rained out), took a nap, grabbed a beer at my favorite local bar, and celebrated at a bonfire with a bunch of other friends lucky enough to be born at the end of April. I got a crown; I wore a crown. I woke up the next day still wearing said crown. It was pretty great.

That’s not what I want to do this year.

I’m actually giving myself the best birthday present ever – I’m taking my mom to Ireland for 10 days in April. That’s all the gift I need. But I still want to do something more.  To quote Wayne Campbell, “What I’d really like to do is something extraordinary. Something big. Something mega. Something copious. Something capacious. Something cajunga!”

I want to do something GOOD. And I want you to do something good, too.

So taking inspiration from the Birthday Project, the #26Acts of Kindness movement, GOOD.is and the Random Acts of Kindness Foundation, I’m starting something. Something fun, short-term, and (hopefully) Good.

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My main undertaking this month will be trying to raise enough money to save 28 lives through Charity:Water. But even if you can’t donate, I hope you’ll join me in the 28 For 28 project.

I’m aiming to do 28 Good Things in April. All I’d really like you to do – is pick one.

Join with me as I celebrate 28 good years over 28 days.

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#Winterfest Dos and Don’ts (From Me to Future Me)

I am a lucky girl. I love great beer – and I happen to live in the Twin Cities, where the craft brew culture is booming. I also love great events – and this past weekend, I got to go to one of the year’s best: Winterfest.

This was actually my second year at the Minnesota Craft Brewer’s Guild event, and both years have been great. And, well, learning experiences. I am already hoping to go again next year, so this is basically a list for Future Rachel. Still, you may as well reap the benefits of my beer-tasting wisdom, internet strangers.

So it begins.

So it begins.

Do obsessively hit “page refresh” for ten minutes before the tickets go on sale. The event is capped at 750 people, and sells out in seconds. I’ve managed to get tickets for two years in a row using this highly scientific method, and also dark magic.

Do eat before you go. Yes, they have food at the event, and it’s included in the price. I bet it’s pretty great, too. Last year I think I ate some cheese; this year I completely missed out on all of it. Whatever you do, don’t go to a 3-hour all-you-can-drink craft beer event on an empty stomach. Rookie mistake (that you only make once).

Do gloat about this event taking place in St. Paul, the right side of the river.

Do your research. Look through the program and have a top ten list of brews you do not want to miss, and find those first. Things do run out, plus you want to try the snobbiest stuff (technical term) before your tongue goes numb. Also, if I hadn’t looked over the program, I might have totally missed the Sugar Shack Maple Stout from Third Street Brewhouse. It’s made with Saint John’s Maple Syrup from the Arboretum where I used to work. I really like it, but with a pedigree like that, how could I not?

This has nothing to do with beer, but any time I bring up my time at the Arb I like to remind people I did this once.

Look, I know this has nothing to do with beer, but this is the most badass picture of me in existence and it was taken at the Arboretum, so I’m sharing it again.

Do bring your ID, a pen, and your tallest friend. The ID is obvious. The pen is for taking notes and/or writing your phone number on strangers’ hands. And the tall friend is easy to find in a crowd, and can also find you if/when you wander off.

Do dress appropriately. For some that means warm boots and gloves. For others an outfit you can easily sleep in on your friend’s couch. For me that means both.

Do find the Excelsior Brewing Company booth and take pictures of the staff; when you find them on your camera the next morning, understand that you will be left with more questions than answers:

They just posed like this, without any direction. Naturals.

Probably this was towards the end of the night.

Don’t be embarrassed when you spot someone you met and talked to for half an hour at a past a beer event and you can’t remember her name. She doesn’t remember your name, either.

Don’t force yourself to finish anything you don’t like. Give it to your tall friend who seems to like all the things you don’t (another reason you brought him), and find something you like better.

Don’t be afraid to not love the things everyone else loves. There may be a time and a place for me to drink Barley John’s award-winning Dark Knight Returns; that time was not two hours into the event, after an uncertain number of other pours, when I knew it was a really heavy hitter. Some other night, DKR.

Don’t live-tweet the event.

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MNBeer.com knows what I’m talking about, or wants me to shut up.

Do make an active effort to find and drink water.

Don’t get upset when one of your brewer friends makes fun of you for drinking water. He’s working and therefore sober, and definitely laughing at your slightly slurry, indignant response.

Do make friends. It’s fine if you don’t pay attention to her last name. You’ll think of something.

Legit beer friends.

The truest form of friendship.

Do have a safe drive lined up. Even if you cancel on your original safe drive to catch a ride with your new friend, Stephanie Beer and her boyfriend, Sober Dan.

Don’t go to the Onion afterwards. Just don’t. You hate that place. It never ends well for you there.

....Best laid plans...

….Best laid plans…

Do expect your best friend to text back: “UGH, RACHEL, you hate that place!” because she knows you.

Don’t be surprised if you wake up the next morning and think, “I’ve felt better.” But since you remembered to eat before the event, and drank plenty of water, you’re actually in pretty good shape and will be up as soon as you have some coffee.

So there you have it. That’s how you semi-sensibly enjoy one of the best beer events in the Twin Cities.

(But seriously, don’t go to the Onion next year.)

Something Spooky 4, Or: Pumpkin, Book, Pumpkin Book

(Read parts one, two and three here)

Day 15: “Haunted,” This American Life

It turns out this wasn’t actually a Halloween episode of TAL, but it did feature one of my all-time favorite David Sedaris stories, “Ashes,” so at least I enjoyed myself. I also bought a pumpkin! I haven’t done anything to it yet, though, so no pictures.

Day 16: Read “5 Little Pumpkins” to several little punkins

Tuesdays are generally my favorite days of the week, because I spend a couple of hours volunteering with babies. (I don’t mean the babies are also volunteering, I mean I volunteer to hang out with them.) For two hours I try to stop small people from banging their heads into things and/or screaming, and it is not without precedent that I’ll call a friend after and say, “Hey, can I come over and watch a movie? Yes? Great! Also, can I borrow your clothes and throw what I’m wearing in your washing machine, because I’m covered in spit-up.”

Seriously, I love Tuesdays.

So for Day 16, I corralled the children (okay, two of them) long enough to read “Five Little Pumpkins” aloud. It seemed to be to their taste because they kept trying to eat the book.

Day 17 – 19: “The Twelve” by Justin Cronin (vampires are in this book so it totally counts)

“The Twelve,” the sequel to “The Passage,” was finally released on October 16th. I picked it up that day, and started it the next.

I finished it three days later.

This is not really unheard of for me, as once I get hooked on something I have trouble doing anything else. Plus, this storyline is really engrossing – I recommend this book to people who like Stephen King, post-apocalyptic storylines, Battlestar Galactica, and reading – and I’m already bummed I have to wait so long for the third to be released.

Still, finishing a 500 page book in three days turned some heads…

Twitter Screen

THAT’S THE AUTHOR, YOU GUYS

Ahem.

Day 20: Danced to “Thriller” at a wedding

Nothing scarier than me on the dance floor. These guys do it much better.

PS: If it’s not clear from this post, I love reading and I love kids. That’s why this year I’m going to participate in All Hallows Read. Consider giving a book this Halloween!

Social/Life

A while back, I went to a totally not embarrassing concert and mused about what the experience would have been like if I’d been able to “live-Tweet” during it. Would it take away from the experience, or would it add to it? At the time, I didn’t have a smartphone, so sharing the experience while it was happening was not an option. Well, now I have one, and after figuring out the basics I’ve managed to become a slight oversharer.

Instagrammed photo of bird poop on my car

“I appear to have deeply offended a large bird.”  Okay, a huge oversharer.

I keep making vague promises to myself that I’ll settle down, but the honeymoon phase between me and my new friend Siri has overlapped with the start of summer. Like any true Minnesotan, I’m not about to let this all-too-brief season slip by. What people in less volatile climates do in a year, I’m going to try to do in three months.

That’s not anything new; last summer, you may recall, I did plenty of things. The difference is now I can share my nonsense in real time.

I think we can all agree this might not always be a good thing.

Dog of Censorship

Someone needs to invent a “Dog of Censorship” App ASAP.

Anyway. Last Saturday, I took myself to another totally not embarrassing concert at the Target Center: Aerosmith. And because I love Aerosmith for no and beyond all reason, my guess from last year’s NKOTBSB concert was not far off – once Steven Tyler hit the stage, I basically just went “Squeee!” and forgot about the ability to share/brag beyond one fairly good picture:

Steven Tyler Instagram

Instagram gets the save on this one.  Some of that confetti is still in my purse.

That (amazing) experience over, I thought I’d answered my own question about how I’d use social media at events. I’d managed to do some sharing while staying in the (really amazing) moment. And anyway, I’d blown my summer budget on that (really, REALLY amazing) ticket, so I didn’t expect to get the chance to try it out again for a while.

Less than 24 hours later, I found myself enjoying some Trampled By Turtles from the comfort of the terrace view at Target Field. Since I didn’t know about the bonus concert until I got to the Twins game, and since I was an hour early for the game thanks to my pops, I had to share the news of my good fortune.

All the mascots at the Twins Game

I was too disturbed by the presence of literally all the mascots to take a picture of TBT, however.

This caused a tiny uproar amongst some die-hard TBT fans I call my friends, but more importantly, it made my pops wonder why I kept looking at my phone. As much fun as it would have been to keep spreading the joy/jealousy of a bonus concert (not to mention a 15-inning baseball game), it was more fun to enjoy Father’s Day with my pops. (We actually only made it through 11 innings and I did respond to a few messages, but hey. We tried.)

After determining that “losing your mind to your favorite band” and “hanging out with your father” are not quite the right times to go live-Tweeting, social-sharing crazy, I struck upon a much better opportunity: the River’s Edge Music Festival in St. Paul on Saturday.

I managed to win free tickets* last week and took Lacy, another twenty-something with a smartphone, and we did it all. We admired the lead singer of Coheed and Cambria‘s magical hair. We blew our budgets on outrageously overpriced beer. We held a few inebriated souls upright in the Sublime with Rome crowd. We soaked in some much needed sun rays to the tunes of Blaqstarr. We lost our voices to Tool. We Facebooked, Instagrammed, Tweeted, sang and danced.

We shared a wonderful day with each other, and then we shared jokes about it on the internet. And that, #youguys, is the best balance of social media and social life I’ve found yet.

girls who look like girls

Just your average Tool fans.

*I won 2 single-day tickets through a Twitter contest, which is awesome. However, the publication which ran the contest was non-responsive about how to get my tickets until two days before the concert despite three attempts to contact them, then they told me (twice) to pick up my tickets at will-call at the River Centre (which is a place in St. Paul, but has nothing to do with the River’s Edge Festival). Finally, the tickets, which were not at the regular will-call at the event either but rather at the media tent, were not for “either day” as promised, but for Sunday only. Luckily two very nice Live Nation employees took my declaration that “75 minutes of Tool is infinitely better than 3 hours of Dave Matthews Band” seriously, and switched the tickets for me. Despite this rant, I did get in completely free, so thank you, Live Nation; less of a thank you, publication with really poor communication/customer service skills.

Best Things of the Week!

I’m not feeling super great today, so this will be both a short post and a way to cheer myself up.

1. I’m Certifiable!

A few weeks ago, I took a class at Dakota County Technical College; this week, I found out I passed — I am now a Certified Master of Social Media.

Social Media images

Internet, you just got owned.

Does this mean I know everything there is to know about social media? Obviously not. But I do have a good knowledge base and a good idea of how to keep up on this world. (’90s Rachel still can’t believe this is her life, by the way)

2. Lazy Saturday – my life isn’t all pedicures and shoe shopping

Look, sometimes a girl just wants to kick back with an old friend, grab some beer and some delivery Chinese, and play some SuperNintendo.

SNES control

As a Master of Social Media it's important to keep up on new technology.

3. Boooooo!

My love of ghost tours is already established.  I fell in love with the Wabasha Street Caves in St. Paul during a tour last year.  The speakeasy/gangster history gets me (Tommy gun marks in the fireplace!), and it’s on the list of most haunted places in Minnesota.

front of the caves

My fellow ghost-hunting enthusiast Sabrina flew in for a visit this weekend and we decided to visit the Caves for the monthly “All Souls” Tour.  It was almost more fun – and creepier – than last time.  I absolutely recommend this place and can’t wait to go on the other tour offerings.  Particularly the gangster tour.

John Dillinger and Rachel

John Dillinger, you can be my ghost boyfriend.

 

A whole new way to be a fanatic

I feel like I should clarify that I use social media for a lot of things besides shoe shopping and watching videos of puppies who can’t get up.

Shoes

Mostly those things, though.

But there’s something else I love even more than shoes, and it’s not clothing-based, unless that clothing is purple: I love the Minnesota Vikings.  A lot.  To the point of…well, admitting it on the internet.  And having a Vikings-purple pedicure.

Rachel is a Viking

And dressing like this in public.

And following a bunch of sports outlets and actual Vikings on Twitter, including the man I’ve been claiming as my cousin for a few years now, Adrian Peterson. (And yet he never comes to the reunions…)  This was fun over the summer, when their updates were as meaningless as mine.  Then the NFL lockout ended and so did my regular sleep pattern.

Case in point: two nights ago, Visanthe Shiancoe tweeted the word “Welcome” and I lost my mind trying to decipher that message.  Did it mean the deal with Donavan McNabb was complete?*  Did he just hit enter before he finished writing his sentence? Was he just toying with my emotions like the entire team does season after season?  I spent the better part of an hour Googling, ESPN-ing, and Tweeting when I absolutely should have been sleeping.

Social media, I’ve discovered, has brought me a whole new way to be crazy.  I mean, a fan.  Maybe it will calm down again once this week of trades is complete, but somehow…I doubt it.

*It wasn’t then, but it is now. I have a whole bunch of thoughts on this, and losing Sidney Rice, but they mainly just make me go “I can’t with you right now.”  This is what it means to be a Vikings fan.

PS: I know I lost some of you a while back there, so here’s this:

Best Things of the Week!

1. This one should be obvious.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to write another five-hundred-word essay about how I got dorky for Jordan Knight.  Because the Backstreet Boys were also there!


I genuinely love this song.  And if I haven’t already made it clear, I had an excellent time at the NKOTBSB concert.

 

Harry Potter 7 poster

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

2. Harry Potter and the End of the Tradition
Of course I’ve read all the Harry Potter books.  Of course I went to the movie the first weekend, and of course I loved it.  But more importantly, I’ve loved the tradition that came with it: I went to every HP movie from Chamber of Secrets on with my oldest friend, CK.  Even though we haven’t lived in the same part of the state in eight years, we have always made a point to get back together for the movies.  Sometimes it winds up being the only time we get together all year, which means we spend the hour or so before the movie using all our words at once to bond/gossip.  A lot of things have changed since I was five (well, kind of), but CK is a forever friend.  She is an excellent person and she makes me feel tall.  We will have to pick another movie series to keep the tradition going; maybe The Hunger Games if Jennifer Lawrence can do justice to Katniss Everdeen.

3. Street Festivals! Extremely hot street festivals!

A friend shared a personal rule with me, and I’m trying to follow it: you can either complain about the heat or the cold, you can’t complain about both.  I personally choose to complain about the cold, so I’m really trying to keep it together during this week of extreme heat.  But then I see things like this:

Weatherman's tweet

You can't spell "damn" without MN.

And this:

94 is buckling

Not great.

When things get life-threatening, I think I can break the complaint rule and join with the rest of the Minnesotans in our unofficial state motto: “Some weather we’re having, then!”

Anyway, despite the extreme heat over the past few days, I ventured out to two separate street festivals this weekend: Highland Fest and Barbette’s Bastille Day Block Party in Uptown.  Both featured a lot of sweaty people, music, kids being super cute, and fair food, but only one featured carnival rides.  Highland Fest wins!

#NKOTBSB (New Kids, Old Technology, Backstreet Boys)

Honestly, I haven’t thought that much about the New Kids on the Block in the past two decades. It would be weird if I did. But you cannot unlove the things you loved before you were twelve, and I loved NKOTB, hard, from about ages 5-7. There’s a reason I never got rid of that t-shirt – and not just because my brother bought it for me (he was 9 and I was 5, how adorable is that?). It was so I’d have something to wear 21 years later when I finally saw the, um, “New Kids” in concert.

Rachel in the NKOTB tshirt now

Once again not wearing pants; that's a skirt.

It gets better, of course, since the men of my childhood dreams are on tour with the men of my teenage dreams, the Backstreet Boys.  They have combined into some new entity called, and I still wonder if they’re kidding about this, “NKOTBSB.” Really guys?  Are you sure you want to go with that?

I dragged my “but I was an NSYNC girl” best friend Lacy* along for the ride.  I think I wore her down with repeated viewings of this video:

She could not resist those moves or outfits.

Lacy and I arrived at the concert in time to see the opening act, Matthew Morrison (yes, the guy from Glee), which would have been more exciting if either of us liked Glee.  And while he is amazingly talented, he was not in a boy band from our childhood, and couldn’t quite hold our interests.  Instead, we people-watched and joked.  Lacy posted a few of our choice statements on Facebook through her BlackBerry, and I thought, “this would be a great event to live-Tweet.”  Unfortunately, I seem to like my cell phones like I like my boy bands: from the ’90s.  My phone makes and receives calls and texts (most of the time), but that is the extent of its power; Tweeting was not an option.

I’ve been thinking of upgrading my phone for a while now, as I live in a world where instant communication is expected and goes beyond just phone calls or texts.  I’ve resisted out of a strong desire not to spend more money on something I’ve lived without so long (for a social-media-expert-in-training, I can be a real curmudgeon).  I can check my email at home; I do not need to “check in” everywhere I go because if it’s fun or awkward I’ll just write about it here later; and GPS? Try a paper map from 1989 that doesn’t even include the Target Center.  I’m all set!  Right?

There’s also the benefit of paying attention to reality.  Had I had my eyes on my cell phone, I would have missed the nostalgic magic.  And a strange kind of magic it was; the kind that can only exist in a room of 15,000 screaming 20-40 year old women.  The kind that made me realize I will never not be five years old, because the second Jordan Knight came on stage I lost my damn mind.  If I had been able to Tweet, there’s a good chance I just would have gone “Squeee!” and then forgotten about it anyway.  So here’s a more coherent translation of what I thought during the event:

1) All of these dudes aged really well.  Surprisingly well.  I did not come into this evening expecting to develop a crush on Donnie Wahlberg, but these things happen, right?

New Kids in Minneapolis

Donnie Wahlberg, commanding the Target Center with his abs.

2) I know all the words to songs I forgot existed.  Good job, brain.  You could be doing other things, like remembering your friends’ birthdays, but no, this is clearly a better use of your time.

3) Donnie wore a “Public Enemy” t-shirt, much like the one he wore in the “Step By Step” video, except glittery.  Drink that in for a second.

4) I’ve never heard Howie from Backstreet Boys speak before, and it turns out he sounds exactly like the cartoon character Phineas from Phineas & Ferb.

5) Like every musician who comes to Minneapolis, both bands referenced Prince and yelled “Minneapolis” a lot.  To which I say “I’m not from Minneapolis! Give some love to the right side of the river!” If I ever become a major pop star and play the Target Center, I promise to give St. Paul a shout out, too.  And reference Prince.

6) There’s Jordan Knight again, SQUEEEE!

7) The Backstreet Boys wore white suits during “Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely,” then threw the coats on the ground during “Incomplete.” White coats are for complete people!  Or doctors!

8 ) Near the end (but before “Hangin’ Tough, much to Lacy’s annoyance), the Kids introduced the Boys and vice versa.  This is a nice idea, but I’m fairly certain that if you’re at an NKOTBSB concert, you know the names of the band members. And possibly their birthdays, star signs, marital status, hopes and dreams as described to Teen Beat in 1989, etc.

9) 12 year old girls who are currently obsessed with Justin Bieber…we are your future.

10) This was so much more fun than I expected.  Really, I bought the tickets out of a strong desire to giggle and experience ridiculous things, but the reality was even better.  Oh-oh-OH-oh!

What do you think? Was the Twitterverse at a loss without these deep thoughts on Friday night?  If the New Kids on the Block can’t convince me I need a smart phone, who will?

*At this point I should add that Lacy is a good sport, a great friend, and usually has way more “highbrow” tastes than me. But she also appreciates the silly side of life, which is how we’ve stayed friends for the past decade.

In which I write about important things, like shoes

Yesterday morning, my barista said to me, “Your dress reminds me of my curtains!”  She tried to clarify that she meant the floral pattern looked like her favorite new curtains that she just made herself, but is there any way to hear this without immediately picturing Carol Burnett? I think I even checked my shoulders for curtain rods.


(skip to 3:22 for the fashion show)

I decided to take this as a compliment (or at the very least, an insult worth sharing with the internet), but it did make me think about my personal style.  Let me be the first to admit I’m no fashionista.  I do wear dresses almost every day of the summer because I live in Minnesota, and for nine months out of the year I have to wear all my clothing at once just to survive.  Sometimes I add a cardigan because, like actual fashionista Zooey Deschanel, I believe you can never have too many cardigans.*  I would be wearing my hair in a side-pony right now even if the look hadn’t made a comeback.  My style literally has not changed since I was four years old.

Rachel at four

Some looks are timeless.

Apparently the only thing that’s changed about my look in the past two decades is the footwear.  Excuse the (possibly boys’) flip-flops above, because current me loves shoes almost as much as I love the Minnesota Vikings.**  I’ve written before about my inherent brand loyalty, and while I don’t have a favorite shoe designer, I do love one store above the rest: DSW.

Shoes

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!

It really isn’t that hard to sell shoes to a shoe-lover like myself, but what really sold me on DSW was the rewards program.  I’ve actually remembered to check my mailbox every day this week because I’m expecting a $10-off coupon.  The store occasionally emails me about web specials; I don’t usually buy shoes online, but I DO usually find something on the website that I will then drive ten miles to find in person.  They also give away shoes through Twitter on Fridays.  I have yet to win, but this in itself is a reason to have a Twitter account.

And just in case writing about how much I like shoes has made you think I might have some fashion sense, this once happened.  Forget fashion sense, I’m still waiting on my common sense to kick in.

*She said this in Lucky.  I can’t find the article online because it’s over a year old — it’s been that long since I’ve read a fashion magazine.
**Which is a whole lot, despite how girly this post has become.

Best Things of the Week! (An experiment)

A little background: I started this blog a few weeks ago because my teacher told me to.  For maybe the first time ever, I have genuinely loved doing my homework; whether the topic is Twitter or Target, I just like to write.  But there’s one topic I’d really like to write about more: me. I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a separate, me-in-real-life blog, but I can’t decide on a name (although top prizes to Sabrina for her submission, Rach-Elm Disease), and I also don’t know if the separation is necessary or if anyone would read it.  So this is my first (and maybe last) non-homework related post, an experiment in creativity — and by creativity I mean I completely ripped off this idea from my old friend theshooz.  Anyway.  Here goes.

1. The Boys

Last weekend, I went to visit two of my best friends, collectively known as The Boys.  They used to live in the Cities, but moved to Iowa a few months ago for work and school.  This was obviously a bad decision, and I’m still trying to get them to see the light and come back to me.

The Boys like comics (and comic book stores and superhero movies and games involving superhero characters) and karaoke, but mainly they like making jokes at my expense.  Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this abuse (or actively seek it out by driving for four hours) but then I remember that they once did this:

The boys as Gob and Tobias

The Boys dressed as GOB and Tobias for my birthday.

Clearly, they are worth it as people.

2. Free movie!

Constantly signing up for online contests and email lists paid off this week with two free passes to a preview screening of Horrible Bosses at the ICON theater in St. Louis Park.  Not only is that fast becoming my favorite theater in the Cities (the VIP section is amazing), I got to feel all kinds of important by seeing the movie a week before it actually premieres.

I don’t actually know why I was given these tickets, but pretending I’m a critic, I give the movie about a B.  I would recommend Horrible Bosses to fans of The Hangover or It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.  So…not my mom.  Probably not your mom, either.  That’s about all I can think to say about it — Roger Ebert, your job is probably safe.

3. “Free” Twins tickets!

On Saturday I ventured to Target Field to watch the Twins fall apart to the Brewers.  Despite the loss, it was a gorgeous day at a gorgeous field.  My favorite player, Michael Cuddyer, hit a home run for me.  And I got to sit directly behind this guy:

trifecta of cool

Jean shorts, cut off top, pink fanny pack: trifecta of cool.

The tickets were “free” in the sense that I donated money to the American Diabetes Association and they sent me tickets.  This is actually the second Twins game the ADA has sent me to this year (follow the ADA on Twitter!).

Sitting in the golden glove

Sitting in the Golden Glove outside of Target Field. Apparently my legs are half as long as my friend's.

So that was the week that was.  What do you think, should I keep up this “feature?” Do I need to pay theshooz royalties for stealing her idea?  Is the world just waiting for a Rach-Elm Disease blog?