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Our cast of characters: |
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Becca |
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Jim |
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Thanks to Becca and Jim for entertaining us and letting us fill their home with freaks. |
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Jon |
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Julia and Jess, the Sisters Forbii |
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Your humble author |
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Nola, the devil-cat |
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Don't let the innocent appearance fool you. This cat is bat-shit insane. |
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Fun in Uptown |
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UPTOWN ART FAIR! WOOOOO! |
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Behold...Excaliber! |
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This sign ain't right |
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That's right...I AM a rock star. |
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Hanging out at Chino Latino's second happy hour |
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We found this sword lying on the ground at the Uptown Art Fair. The irate parent returned to claim it just moments after this photo. |
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Bus? Nah, we're just here for the pastry... |
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Downtown Minneapolis across the lake |
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Jess, you're blocking the view! |
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Jon, Jess, and Julia get some sun while I take a walk around Lake Calhoun (Kal-HOOOOON). |
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Some cool plaque |
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What the hell IS that?! |
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Minnehaha Falls |
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B.F.Haha Falls |
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Jon doesn't even look winded from carrying the B.F. Bocce set down all those stairs. |
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Us and the falls? How pedestrian! |
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Mill Ruins Park |
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Jess through some old mill remains |
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A bit of the Mill City Museum building on the right |
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A look down into the park |
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation, or: How I Learned To Stop Counting Calories And Start Stuffing My Fat Face With Both Hands |
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Cheese curds and the champagne of beers...that's how we roll. |
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Mmmm...Sausagefest... |
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Between cheese and brauts, I still don't understand why B.F.Sotans aren't much much larger. |
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More cheese curds from the Uptown Art Fair |
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Oh, just eat it already... |
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Free puppy-dog tails? Fuck yeah! |
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Jon and Jess apparently dazed after breakfast at French Meadow |
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Jess and Julia tie one on early at Bryant-Lake Bowl |
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Jim double-fisting at home |
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They sure do have some weird bottles in B.F. Apolis... |
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All that way for a cookie? We're fucking exhausted! |
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Freedom Toast! |
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The offending breakfast |
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Breakfasts were almost universally good, except for one incident with hemp bread and watercress hollandaise sauce. |
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Dirty kleenex? No, no, that's my breakfast... |
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Dinner at Barbette (Not shown: approximately 1.5 tons of frites, consumed military-style) |
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Did I Mention That The Cat Was Insane? |
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Nola waits inside this paper bag for the opportunity to DESTROY US ALL! |
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Becca and Jess abase themselves in an attempt to avoid Nola's wrath |
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Several sets of kitty crunches keep Nola in prime killing form |
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Jess looks on as Julia flirts with disaster |
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"You! With the camera! You're next, porkchop!" |
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A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of bocce? |
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ANAL ODYSSEY! |
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ANAL ESCAPE! |
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Julia discovers her true calling |
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Look, Ma! No cups! |
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Becca tosses the pallino... |
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Becca waits for the proles to finish their sightseeing |
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BEND THOSE KNEES, FORBESS! |
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...and then proceeds to bowl |
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Jon gives Julia a run for her money |
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"Anal bocce? How does that work?" |
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"You won't bowl so well without your head!" |
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Boy, do I suck at this game |
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PHOTOS CAN HAPPEN! |
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"Wait...focus? That IS funny!" |
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Mmmmmmargarita! |
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"Jon, daahling...pour me another drink, will you? I'm parched!" |
