You know how you plan a weekend in your mind but it never really goes that way? Something goes wrong, someone has other ideas of what they want to do, or there is no “Turn Down Chocolates” in your room.
Well I’m here to say, last weekend in Minneapolis with Matt was just what I pictured it would be, but better.
With the help of TomTom our trusty GPS, we got there in record time.
OK maybe not record, but I like to think TomTom was very proud. Especially when we got past the construction and back on the right side of the road. I was worried he was going to blow a mile marker he was so upset by that.“Wrong side of road. Driving in on-coming traffic. WRONG SIDE OF ROAD!!!”
As soon as we entered the Grand Hotel lobby we knew we had no business being there. It was like the Griswold’s going to The Plaza.
“Would you like me to help you with your luggage ma’am?”
“When you say ‘luggage’ are you referring to my Trader Joe’s reusable grocery bag with my 2 liter of ibuprofen, my library copy of “I Am Ozzy” and my ridiculous amount of granola bars?”
The motels we’re used to don’t give you nice robes like these.
Unless it’s left over from the previous guests and those I try to avoid.
I swear these robes were spun from angel hair. Therefore any time we were in the room for more than 10 minutes, the robe was put on. AND! The next day, when we thought our Angel Hair From Heaven robes were gone, nope! Silly us. There were NEW CLEAN ONES IN THE CLOSET!
We could have brought these home but seeing as how they cost more than our room rate, it wasn’t really in the cards. But I’m so putting two of those suckers on our wedding registry.
The only time we were in the room and not in the robes was when we were watching TV, IN THE BATHTUB!
Whaddup Gangsta!?
In case you are wondering, we did manage to get out of the room a couple times.
Matt was an old pro to the Twin Cities. When he was 14 he spent some time in the Minneapolis bus station on his way back to Wisconsin. Even though he’s practical a native, I thought he might want to see my old stomping grounds around the U of MN campus. He was bored to tears with all my “Oh my God! This was my dorm! OH WOW! That bar was so fun! HEY! That’s where I got my tattoo!” he was very sweet about it all and only fell asleep once.
I discovered the best way to exercise is to walk around a lake. Preferably one that’s round.
Minneapolis has beautiful lakes with bike and walking trails around them all. Of course I picked the biggest lake to walk around. About half way around I said, “My legs might fall off…” to which Matt said, “Would you like to create our own triathlon and swim back? Or is there another suggestion to getting back to the car?” Damn you ROUND lake without a bridge for us Lazy Cheese Eating Wisconsin people.
After a rest back at the hotel (IN MYROBE) to get feeling back in my legs, we headed to my friends Jen and Clay’s house for an engagement party.
It was just a little bit fun.
Just a tad. I think I laughed. Once.
Or twice.
There was seriously one time when Jen broke out the photo album from college that I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.
Please tell me what is better than finally introducing the love of your life to dear friends who have known you for way too long and hold WAY too many of your secrets. Not to mention friends who understand a feather boa (pay no attention to the VIKING PURPLE. Blah!) is the only way to dress for such an occasion.
So thank you Minneapolis for the amazing weather, great friends, a ridiculous hotel and making me thank the heavens above that Matt and I travel awesome together. See you later this summer!
