– had some killer nachos at the Rusty Taco
– had some killer Chicago-style hot dogs at the Wienery
– had a killer duck patty breakfast sandwich at the Bachelor Farmer
– recoiled in horror when the cashier at Moods of Norway (a clothes shop where Andre 3000 prob buys all his threads) told me she was born in 1995
– once again failed to visit all seven hat stores in one go at Mall of America
– utilized my skills as an exorcist when the haunted cash register at Extreme Noise tried to charge me $97 for a few used CDs and an Adolescents t-shirt
– took a day trip to Stockholm, WI and had the best pie of my life at the Stockholm Pie Company; many a “Stockholm Syndrome” joke was made
– cursed the cartographer at Lakewood Cemetery after getting hella lost trying to follow their “map” (this is a common problem w/ cemeteries, which is why all graves should be alphabetized)
– walked by “Riverside Towers,” the apartment building Mary Tyler Moore retreated to when she wasn’t being forced to rub elbows with Ted Baxter (pictured above)
– savored my allergies not bothering me once
– savored the hospitality of my friends John, Karen, and Jennifer (thanks for not dragging me fishing, John!)
I’d like to end these posts about JG2’s Succulent Midwestern Adventure 2013 Edish by saying while I previously ribbed the Minnesota State Fair for thumping its “largest thing in the U.S.” title so hard the fact remains that fair really is flippin’ enormous and you should rest up good if you ever plan to hit it. Use your theme park settings. Agoraphobes need not apply.
Here I am last Friday at Tiny Tim’s grave, which as you can see isn’t so much a grave but a tomb. Yes, I spent Labor Day 2013 in the Minneapolis / St. Paul area, because why the heck not? I’ve been very candid during this campaign about my lust for the Twin Cities. Four visits now and I still haven’t seen and done everything on my bucket list for that region. Their motto should be the Twin Cities: We Got So Much Goin’ On!
By the way, the mausoleum that houses Tiny at the Lakewood Cemetery is enormous. This is what the hallways (Tiny Tim’s mausoleum has hallways!) look like:
Tulip Boy buried in that swank shit.
I’ll write more later about my Midwestern adventures, including the glorious five hours I spent at the Minnesota State Fair (the largest state fair IN THE WORLD) and the uncomfortable twenty minutes I spent at a store called Moods of Norway. Oh, there were some moods in there alright!