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Wednesday, September 08, 2010
To celebrate my brother's impending nuptials, a small crew waged a pretty epic attack on the brand new Target Field in order to catch a Twins game. The stadium is absolutely gorgeous and a complete about face from the horror show that was the HHH Metrodome. The sightlines are perfect, the skyline is impressive, the displays are enormous, the food is great, and the Dinks are performing in stellar fashion. We ate turkey legs, walleye-on-a-stick, and non-Pronto Pup corn dogs (sad face). And we watched them just smoke Torii Hunter on his first visit to the park. It was quality. We finished up the night at a classic, Bullwinkles, which appears to have fallen on slower times. It was fun, though, as the three oldest brothers got to hang for the first time in forever. Getting up at 8am for the shower, however, was just painful.
Image credit: Bullseye Gopher
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Creeped.
A couple weekends ago, we decided to check out the new Brother's alley bar. Minneapolitans really enjoy their patio/alley bars. True to form, it was pretty ok. This rating represents a strong upgrade from the rest of the Brother's experience. Anyway, I had an odd experience there. Went in to the restroom and into a stall and some dude followed me in and closed the door. As I pondered what to do next, this gentleman says: "Don't worry. I'm right here." I'm creeped out just typing that. Soooo, another creepy night at the friendly college bar.
Seeeeeya.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Independence Day
We went to the Windy City for the Fourth of July. And just looking through all of these pictures was exhausting. Seriously. Also, I only looked at thumbnails when I picked them out, so we're going to enjoy this hi-res adventure together. Ok, less go.
Here's our view of the city from our pyrotechnics vantage point. I thought that this picture included the beach hut that was there, too, but sometimes life surprises you like that.
Pre-ignition. We were quite pleased with how little traffic we had to fight through to find this prime lakefront real estate. In this picture, my legs are hanging out over the water. Sadly, we were facing the opposite direction from the fireworks. Oops. But we did get to see Evanston's display before scurrying over to a better site.
Living and dying by the thumbnail, I guess. Sorry, JP. This one's on me.
We checked out the Lincoln Park Zoo, too, which would have been awesome except that is was astoundingly warm. The animals did not look pleased, but the polar bear seemed to enjoy his laps:
How cool is that? I shot it with my phone! ยกOtra Vez!
Hoover and Moose made appearances, as well.
The Nearly-Costa-Rican Demon was just so hungry. Holy crap.
Good times were had.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Baby Steps, Bob.
Poseidon, look at meeee.
I went sailboat racing the other day on Lake Minnetonka (As in the waters you should purify yourself in). It was absolutely gorgeous and absolutely chaotic. There are hundreds of boats out there and many fleets all racing at the same time. The start is easily the most extreme part, as everybody is sailing around trying to make sure that they cross the starting line exactly when the canon fires. Poor Emily didn't realize what she was getting herself into and wore flip-flops and white shorts. Both of us had pretty banged up knees by the time the race was over, with all the tacking, jibing, and yanking on the halyard. Unfortunately, as we neared the end, we had a equipment malfunction, as the gooseneck, which connects the boom to the mast, suddenly flew apart and we had to improvise. Knocked us pretty far back in the race, though.
But, man, that lake is amazing. It is like a different world. There are many bays, towns, bars, mansions, and large, large, large stacks of cash surrounding it. Just beefy.
Don't you e'er forget.
I went sailboat racing the other day on Lake Minnetonka (As in the waters you should purify yourself in). It was absolutely gorgeous and absolutely chaotic. There are hundreds of boats out there and many fleets all racing at the same time. The start is easily the most extreme part, as everybody is sailing around trying to make sure that they cross the starting line exactly when the canon fires. Poor Emily didn't realize what she was getting herself into and wore flip-flops and white shorts. Both of us had pretty banged up knees by the time the race was over, with all the tacking, jibing, and yanking on the halyard. Unfortunately, as we neared the end, we had a equipment malfunction, as the gooseneck, which connects the boom to the mast, suddenly flew apart and we had to improvise. Knocked us pretty far back in the race, though.
Don't you e'er forget.
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- From Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
- The Irish Gopher is an Advanced Ph.D Candidate at the University of Minnesota where he spends most of his time getting scalded while dressed up as a bunny. In his free time, he religiously stalks the University of Notre Dame football team as well as Steven P Jobs. Also, he is really bad at generating nicknames for people.
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