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Or: Drunkspotting.

You know that thing where you're spending a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon sitting at Herkimer Pub & Brewery with Heather, Becca and Christopher (other members of the cast & crew, do try to keep up), and an art car goes by with a synchronized orchestra of mechanized lobsters and fish performing Queen and Bizet?

No?

How about that thing where you're on a Rescue Mission™, driving through the holiday-deserted streets of downtown Minneapolis looking for a pair of women, one of whom is (allegedly) passed out on the side of the road?

Not that one either, huh?

Ok, let's start simple. You know that thing where your sister and some friends drive up to Minneapolis from Chicago to see Tracy Chapman (because the show in Chi is sold out), and you tag along for a visit with someone you love very much, and miss terribly?

Still no?

And here I thought I led a boring existence. . ..

In Minneapolis for the 4th. Currently flipping through Herbivore Magazine, amusing a slightly confused pug, and trying to convince myself that despite arriving at 2 this morning, that it's entirely too early to curl up into a ball and go to sleep.

This last, I think, is a losing battle.

So head on over and explain to Michelle why, really, the awful winters in the north are a benefit, because they make beautiful, sunny summer days so much more pleasant in comparison. No matter how you spend them.