When I was about seven years old, I was at a Girl Scouts meeting that I didn't even want to go to. We were doing an exercise to demonstrate memory, politeness, and people skills by each taking turns being a "waitress" taking the other girls' orders and then serving them plastic food specific to their demands. I messed up everybody's order and all the girls got mad at me and laughed as they pelted me with plastic food. Even my mom laughed at me. And if I had to describe my life now, I'd say that day at Girl Scouts would be foreshadowing how I was going to feel everyday afterwards for the next 14 years... So, yeah. Hey, where are you going?! Come back!
Park Point, Duluth, MN
I’m definitely spending my day off up the shore tomorrow.
I really love Duluth’s ever-growing craft beer scene, but I’m afraid it’s making me spoiled.
I can’t go to a rinky-dink bar in the middle of nowhere without sighing in disappointment when I ask what they have for Stouts and/or Porters and they say “Uhhh… Guinness?”.
Looks like I’m going to be bouncing between Pizza Luce and R.T.’s for tonight’s Homegrown. If any of you fine people will be there, don’t be afraid to introduce yourselves to the tall redheaded chick/me.
So I got to talk to Don Ness and shake his hand last night, so now I can die.