Evening at the Improv
On Sunday, Megan and I drove down to the cities for a day of lollygagging. We hung out with her parents for a few, and Reg showed me his bass guitar and fine selection of hickory shafted antique golf clubs. The ones from Scotland are worth the most.
We went to the Walker Art Museum in Minneapolis next. I'm pretty sure we snuck in the back door. We saw lots of exhibits that were conceptual, which is not my favorite. I like portrayal of talent using raw mediums, not scattered objects in a room to look like a crime scene - and a shitty crime scene at that.
Then we went to Sushi Tango and ate sushi and had sake. All was good. Megan dropped a roll of Centipede Maki on the floor. This happened after she exclaimed that it would be her favorite bite of the evening. Talking something up prior to watching it blow up in your face is now known as "Dropping the sushi." We then had a slice of Tirimisu at Muddy Paws Cafe with a couple medium mochas. By "medium", I mean, bigger than your face (if you have a tiny face, just image you neighbor's face).
The highlight: For $1, we each got to see two hours of comedy improv at The Brave New Workshop. It was hilarious. By far, the best thing you could ever do in Minneapolis on a Sunday night is watch that for $1. Then I drove home in a snowstorm, right after I broke off my passenger side windshield wiper by beating it senseless with a winshield squeegie from a gas station. Don't ask. Any bystandard would tell you I had good intentions, no matter how violent I was beating it. (There was ice on it, I'm telling you.)
We went to the Walker Art Museum in Minneapolis next. I'm pretty sure we snuck in the back door. We saw lots of exhibits that were conceptual, which is not my favorite. I like portrayal of talent using raw mediums, not scattered objects in a room to look like a crime scene - and a shitty crime scene at that.
Then we went to Sushi Tango and ate sushi and had sake. All was good. Megan dropped a roll of Centipede Maki on the floor. This happened after she exclaimed that it would be her favorite bite of the evening. Talking something up prior to watching it blow up in your face is now known as "Dropping the sushi." We then had a slice of Tirimisu at Muddy Paws Cafe with a couple medium mochas. By "medium", I mean, bigger than your face (if you have a tiny face, just image you neighbor's face).
The highlight: For $1, we each got to see two hours of comedy improv at The Brave New Workshop. It was hilarious. By far, the best thing you could ever do in Minneapolis on a Sunday night is watch that for $1. Then I drove home in a snowstorm, right after I broke off my passenger side windshield wiper by beating it senseless with a winshield squeegie from a gas station. Don't ask. Any bystandard would tell you I had good intentions, no matter how violent I was beating it. (There was ice on it, I'm telling you.)