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metabolizer
May. 7th, 2006 11:21 pmI wish that I had more snacks. I like snacks. Snacks are good. But when I actually have them around, I eat them, and then I don't have any more snacks around. *sigh* It's a neverending cycle.
I've mentioned recently how I wish there was a grocery co-op in walking distance, right? Somebody should get on that.
Anyway, back from Duluth. Outside Two Harbors, actually, which is 20 miles or so further north than Duluth. (Small aside for the non-Minnesotan members of my friends list: the proper Minnesotan term for where we were, is, in fact "Up North", as in "We're all going up north to the cabin this weekend." As I was born and bred here, I didn't know this was a regional thing for quite a while, much like the terms "bars" or "hotdish".) Anyway, survived multi-day S4-family thingy and managed to have some fun as well. The wedding ceremony was outside and reallyreallyreally cold and windy and hard to hear. Lake Superior was choppy and rough and spraying all over the wedding party and all the groomsmen had given their suitcoats to their shivering bridesmaids. The groom had likewise given his coat to his bride. I thought the whole thing was great, with those little moments of chivalry, and the entire affair was quite singularly Minnesotan.
Having not met a lot of the relatives who were in attendence, S4 offered me $20 to speak the whole weekend in an overdone northern Minnesota accent (Again, aside for outstate lj friends, if you're unfamiliar, rent the movie Fargo sometime, or give me a call and I'll recite a few select phrases for you that feature long ohs, like "zip code" or "phone", and mention some of those things I've done out at Burning Man and how "diff-ernt" they sure are, or tell you about how nice those bars tasted after the hotdish we had for supper, you betcha.)
I declined the $20, as even I can't stand myself after about 10 minutes when I get going, and S4 can't keep a straight face anyway. Plus I'd run the risk of people thinking I was mocking them, and the dreads are enough of a conversation piece.
I forgot to bring home the tank top and undies I used as a swimsuit. D'oh.
I've mentioned recently how I wish there was a grocery co-op in walking distance, right? Somebody should get on that.
Anyway, back from Duluth. Outside Two Harbors, actually, which is 20 miles or so further north than Duluth. (Small aside for the non-Minnesotan members of my friends list: the proper Minnesotan term for where we were, is, in fact "Up North", as in "We're all going up north to the cabin this weekend." As I was born and bred here, I didn't know this was a regional thing for quite a while, much like the terms "bars" or "hotdish".) Anyway, survived multi-day S4-family thingy and managed to have some fun as well. The wedding ceremony was outside and reallyreallyreally cold and windy and hard to hear. Lake Superior was choppy and rough and spraying all over the wedding party and all the groomsmen had given their suitcoats to their shivering bridesmaids. The groom had likewise given his coat to his bride. I thought the whole thing was great, with those little moments of chivalry, and the entire affair was quite singularly Minnesotan.
Having not met a lot of the relatives who were in attendence, S4 offered me $20 to speak the whole weekend in an overdone northern Minnesota accent (Again, aside for outstate lj friends, if you're unfamiliar, rent the movie Fargo sometime, or give me a call and I'll recite a few select phrases for you that feature long ohs, like "zip code" or "phone", and mention some of those things I've done out at Burning Man and how "diff-ernt" they sure are, or tell you about how nice those bars tasted after the hotdish we had for supper, you betcha.)
I declined the $20, as even I can't stand myself after about 10 minutes when I get going, and S4 can't keep a straight face anyway. Plus I'd run the risk of people thinking I was mocking them, and the dreads are enough of a conversation piece.
I forgot to bring home the tank top and undies I used as a swimsuit. D'oh.
