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wombat_sochoLast night started off well - my masseuse did wonders for my back and shoulders, worked the lymph nodes in my legs (it hurt so good) and in general made me feel, if not like a whole new man, then at least like a factory-reconditioned man. ^_^
We also talked about the downtown crime situation, and I strongly advised her to take a carry class and get herself something small and deadly...like a Makarov. She grew up in a family of hunters, so she's not a complete n00b about gun safety, but like most civilian women I've known she's not keen on the idea of being armed & dangerous to criminals, despite having been mugged about seven years back.
After that, adequate nachos and a great burger with hand-cut steak fries at Eli's at 13th & Hennepin, a neighborhood bar type place that seemed to be doing a pretty good business, though God only knows where most of the customers were coming from. Loring Park? The sliver of apartments west of 11th and north of Hennepin? Well, whatever. The food was good if a little pricy by my standards, the service likewise.
They had the home opener on the TV and some u/i alternative rock tunes on the sound system, and I was momentarily tempted to head down to the Dome and see if there were any decent seats left. Then I realized that it was already 8:30 and the Twins were coming up to bat in the bottom of the third. So much for that. My legs were starting to ail me again (the last set of painkillers I'd taken at work having long since worn off) so I was lazy and took a taxi to 12th & 3rd where I caught the 535 to the Park & Ride...or I would have if 1) it had actually been scheduled to stop there, or 2) I hadn't had my Carbon going, so that I would have heard the driver ask if anyone wanted off at the P&R. So I wound up having that nice long walk anyway, from the front of Best Buy HQ to the back corner where the park & ride was.
Once I made it to the Sportage, I needed to refuel the poor beast so it was off to the SA, and then some fruitless noodling around on Lyndale searching for a DQ. I eventually settled for a McDonald's cone and went home, arriving just in time to listen to Joe Nathan nailing down the save. Since I have both Radke and Nathan on my fantasy squad, this'll give me a boost in the league standings, even with Jeff Weaver getting hammered by the Rangers.
Unfortunately, despite being fairly relaxed, I couldn't get to sleep at that point and wound up watching various...interesting...videos linked off Good Morning Silicon Valley until about 3 AM. (My favorite? Got to be The Easter Bunny Hates You.) So I might as well have gone to the game anyway...
That gave me four hours and twenty minutes of sleep, since I slept through the alarm; fortunately I was able to pull it together, shower, bandage and dress myself quickly enough to catch the bus into work.
Fortunately, there is coffee and enough work to keep me busy. Tonight, however, I am thinking the early bedtime will be required.
We also talked about the downtown crime situation, and I strongly advised her to take a carry class and get herself something small and deadly...like a Makarov. She grew up in a family of hunters, so she's not a complete n00b about gun safety, but like most civilian women I've known she's not keen on the idea of being armed & dangerous to criminals, despite having been mugged about seven years back.
After that, adequate nachos and a great burger with hand-cut steak fries at Eli's at 13th & Hennepin, a neighborhood bar type place that seemed to be doing a pretty good business, though God only knows where most of the customers were coming from. Loring Park? The sliver of apartments west of 11th and north of Hennepin? Well, whatever. The food was good if a little pricy by my standards, the service likewise.
They had the home opener on the TV and some u/i alternative rock tunes on the sound system, and I was momentarily tempted to head down to the Dome and see if there were any decent seats left. Then I realized that it was already 8:30 and the Twins were coming up to bat in the bottom of the third. So much for that. My legs were starting to ail me again (the last set of painkillers I'd taken at work having long since worn off) so I was lazy and took a taxi to 12th & 3rd where I caught the 535 to the Park & Ride...or I would have if 1) it had actually been scheduled to stop there, or 2) I hadn't had my Carbon going, so that I would have heard the driver ask if anyone wanted off at the P&R. So I wound up having that nice long walk anyway, from the front of Best Buy HQ to the back corner where the park & ride was.
Once I made it to the Sportage, I needed to refuel the poor beast so it was off to the SA, and then some fruitless noodling around on Lyndale searching for a DQ. I eventually settled for a McDonald's cone and went home, arriving just in time to listen to Joe Nathan nailing down the save. Since I have both Radke and Nathan on my fantasy squad, this'll give me a boost in the league standings, even with Jeff Weaver getting hammered by the Rangers.
Unfortunately, despite being fairly relaxed, I couldn't get to sleep at that point and wound up watching various...interesting...videos linked off Good Morning Silicon Valley until about 3 AM. (My favorite? Got to be The Easter Bunny Hates You.) So I might as well have gone to the game anyway...
That gave me four hours and twenty minutes of sleep, since I slept through the alarm; fortunately I was able to pull it together, shower, bandage and dress myself quickly enough to catch the bus into work.
Fortunately, there is coffee and enough work to keep me busy. Tonight, however, I am thinking the early bedtime will be required.
