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So, my whole pointless goal this weekend was to go to the coffee shop, chill with the boy and dog and eat waffles. Don’t know why, I just wanted to. Saturday David was more in the mood for something substantial and eggy so we headed to Maria’s Colombian Cafe and he had eggy and I had plantain pancakes with cojito. Yesterday we were over in Highland Park buying 37 pound bags of dog food and every dog treat ever produced (there was a sale), so we eat at the Highland grill (eggs benedict for me, good, but I’m spoiled by the Uptown Diner’s benedict so I think I’m just going to stick to theirs from now on).
So, this morning was the time for the chilling and the waffles and the sun on my face. Of course today was also the day they ran out of waffle batter and the supplier couldn’t get ingredients to them until tomorrow because of the holiday. Sigh. But, I’m nothing if not adaptable so David bundled me off into the car and headed out. We ended up at the Longfellow grill (which is the exact same restaurant as the Highland grill and the Edina grill, but Longfellow has a slightly larger menu). You have two waffle options there, smothered in ooey gooey bananas or not smothered in ooey gooey bananas. I wanted fruit but I did not want ooey gooey fruit, I just did not need that much sugar.
The waiter, a pleasant gentleman, but seemingly unaccustomed to restaurants getting busy was confused by my request but completely determined to fill it. He brought me my waffle accompanied by a plate with sliced banana and a plate with blueberries. Perfect! He explained that since they didn’t actually have a menu item that was waffes with fruit on top that they had to give each fruit it’s own plate. Okay then!
I happily gorged myself on my breakfast (at 1pm) and listened to the guy at the table next to us ramble on about the many thing that he was the expert on to his internet date. He was the expert on the menu, on turtle mochas, on spiders, on race car driving, on being in charge of things, on not shutting his goddammed mouth so his date could say something. She was bored, I felt bad for her but he was the kind of guy who would pay (and also act like he was owed something because of it. She looked like she could get out of that, though) so she would not be out anything but a couple hours of her life.
boom. what’s next? David wanted to go bike riding this afternoon. I keep trying to tell him I’m terrible at bike riding, I’m horribly out of shape. Also, it seems I have purchased the absolute worst bike ever made. I just wanted a bike and I don’t really know anything about them. I knew that if I went to an actual bike shop they’s want me to spent a lot of money on a bike and I stupidly figured that a bike was a bike. Working on this incorect assumption I headed down to Target to plop down $100 or so on whatever bike was the right height and coolest color. The result of this excursion was a funky blue (purple was too short) bike that weighs about 4.2 metric butt-kilos (this is a lot. elephants weigh less than this bike) with really fat, super nubbly tires (this is apparently bad for city riding as it creates lots of friction slowing my fat ass down even more). So, bike riding is quite a chore for my otherwise lazy ass.
Lucky for me, David talked to John and it was decided we would go hiking through Theo Worth park.
Also, lucky for me I found part of my birthday present. Yay. (YAY).
We hiked for a couple hours, very pretty in there. The only problem with hiking in parks in the city is that you have to keep ghengis on his leash the whole time.
Healthy hiking yin needs a dirty yang (dirty yang is the name of my new band or the name of a sex position I have yet to invent). My dirty yang was the first bbq of the season, the bbq in my new place. Brats (and tofu pups for Mr Vegetarian Pants), corn on the cob, cherries, watermelon, chips, onions and green peppers too for David.
So far, the movie Sideways is convincing me that middle aged men are to be avoided at all costs. Someone, please, PLEASE assure me that guys don’t turn into this.
I’m off, my peepos!
PS kisses by the wild forget-me-nots. Sigh.