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I chuckled a little bit after reading St. Paul’s Dubliner bar has a cameo in an upcoming film along with Nye’s in Minneapolis. The Dubliner has always been a favorite of mine, not too big, not too small. I can’t wait for it’s silver screen debut.

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.

Tomorrow is payday. I love going to the bar on payday. It just seems right. Nothing beats walking in with a brand new paycheck in hand and asking for their finest brew.

Thanksgiving came and went quickly. I enjoyed my fair share of turkey and family. I tried to bulk up as much as possible for the onset of winter, which came quicker than I think any Minnesotan wanted. It’s here now. Time to change jackets.

I’m a little overly concerned about Christmas gifts this year. Last year Courtney and I went nuts buying people gifts that we liked that we thought others would too. It’s a good way to shop, just look for cool stuff you like and find someone to give it to. But it seems a little passŠ this year. I’m also not one of those people who have all my shopping done in September. I’ve got 4 weeks to get it all done.

If you’re curious what I did this weekend, here’s the Late-Monday afternoon recap:

Friday - After enjoying one-too-many beers at BW3s, Courtney and I invited ourselves over to Chad and Tina’s where we continued to drink the evening away. We played the perfect drinking game called Apples to Apples. It is a simple game, perfect for tom-foolery. After kicking everyone’s ass (okay, I lost big time) we went home.

Saturday - Saw The Incredibles. I was very happy it was more of an adult-ish movie. In between all the laughing, I did take notice of the beautiful new lighting techniques used. Everything looked very three dimensional. Brad Bird did a great job on the movie. And don’t think I didn’t notice Jason Lee as the bad guy.

Sunday - Dad’s birthday celebration. Hung out with the fam, did fam things. I even pelted Drew with a roll at the dinner table. That’ll teach ‘em to invite me to dinner!

After spending every waking moment doing yard work over the last month or so it was nice to have an entire weekend to myself to just relax and turn the brain off for a few hours.

Friday evening we ventured once again to see the wonderful and fabulous Deuces Wild show. The word had gotten out about how sweet these two guys are because the place was packed by 7:30, 2 hours before the show started. We had to watch them from the back of bar for the first half of the show. We were lucky to score some closer seats to enjoy the end of it. I don’t remember much, again, but I did manage to remember to bring my camera this time.

Friday: Saw Deuce’s Wild dueling pianos at Major’s. I’ve seen dueling piano shows before, but these guys take the cake when it comes to crass humor. It was an awesome show. The night ended with an incoherent blathering of good-byes. I lost my voice half way through the show from singing too much.

Saturday: I went shopping for new pants. I came home with a shirt and shoes, but no pants. There must be something wrong with me because I couldn’t find a single store that had a pair that would fit me. Even Target failed to have a single pair of flat front 34×34 pants.

Sunday: Fair Day! w00t! Even though it poured rain for awhile I still had a blast. Sweet Martha’s cookies and toffee nuts are my staples. I’ll have pictures up later of the goats and such.

Monday: Well, I was supposed to work on my yard. But after running 3 1/2 hours worth of errands the best I could muster up to do was dig around a bit in the dirt. I’m still working on spreading out all the rock currently laying in my drive way. The leaves are starting to fall already too, which doubles the time it takes me to mow. Grrrrr.

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Last night, as I was finishing up my last of 6 spicy garlic wings a group of young adults ran up to the table.

“Excuse me, Sir,” they said, “Could we have the bones from your finished wings?”

I gave them a perplexed look, “Sure you can. Do you need all six?” I was in the middle of my last one.

“Yes, we need 12. We got six from another table already.”

“Okay, but why do you want the wings?”

“We’re on a scavenger hunt and we need 12 chicken bones.”

Fair enough, I thought. So I gladly handed over the remains of my dinner and apologized for slobbering all over them.