This weekend was pretty chill. Courtney and I spent some quality time together doing what we do best: getting into trouble and hanging out.

After a long and cheap night of drinking at Lyle’s Court, Chad, Tina and I tried to hop on a plane for Vegas. At 1 AM we thought it would be a good idea to call the airport, get on a plane, and go. Needless to say, it didn’t work out like that at all. Did you know there’s no redeye from Minneapolis to Vegas? Go figure. After regaining sanity we’ve decided to go in January.

Saturday we intended to do some Christmas shopping. It didn’t go so hot. We ended up parking ourselves at Barnes and Noble for an hour or so. We sat in the knitting section for awhile. Side note: if you still don’t know what to get me, Stupid Sock Creatures has been added to my list. Anyways, a very friendly youngerish lady wandered into the section where we were parked on the floor. She greeted us and made some friendly banter. As we grew more comfortable with her she mentioned she was looking for a good starter knitting book as a gift for her niece. Courtney offered her 2 cents about Stitch ‘n’ Bitch being a very useful reference for beginners. To our surprise the lady was taken aback by the title of the book alone. She would not say the title and began to question the instructions contained within. It was an uncomfortable moment. We realised we had accidently hit a nerve with her. Courtney asked if her reluctance to purchase the book was because her niece was young. “No, she’s 22.” Her friend, or mother, or somebody she knew, walked up in the middle of the conversation. Her friend began a rant about what a poor choice of title the book was. We somehow became surrounded by uptight right-wing-anglo-christian-bible-bangers out to dominate the world one knitting book at a time! The indignities continued. The younger woman proclaimed that there was absolutely no way she could possibly give a book of that type in a family setting like Christmas. I didn’t have the balls to tell her we gave it to Court’s mom for last year’s Christmas. We dropped the conversation and they moved on to the christian knitting section. Sometimes I forget that there’s another 49% of the world who actually voted for George Bush.

The rest of the weekend was spent just coolin’ out, running errands, and just enjoying the moment. There’s a laundry list of things we should have done, or could have done, but we didn’t do. I’m fine with that though. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the weekend any other way.