I do apologize for once again dropping off the blogosphere over the past few days. It's hard to blog and see old friends and family and actually carry on a normal conversation with them at the same time, you know? Especially if they aren't bloggers. Or don't even know what blogging is.
You know what I'm talking about- it is those same demanding types that also aren't game for hanging out and not talking but instead silently tweeting about what they're doing (together) and how much fun they're having (together) instead.
Those types are so weird, aren't they? They need to get with the times! Like my gramma--I tried to have an in-person silent tweet session with her, but she thinks Twitter is the collection voicemails that have been stuck on her cell phone's "answering machine" for the past ten years because she can't get to them because she's forgotten how There's no sitting at her kitchen table and tweeting to her (and 1,200 of my followers) about how tasty her cookies, no sirree. I actually have to do it the hard way and vocally TELL her. To her face! And no tweeting, or blogging, or thinking that 1,200 random strangers actually care about my gramma's cookies and LOL-how-much-fun-we're-having, too. It is a rough life here in the Midwest; it really, really is.
So we ventured up to Minneapolis over the weekend to help a good friend of ours search for a wedding dress. I have been up to Minneapolis dozens of times especially when I was younger, as it's only a three and a half hour jaunt from Sioux Falls, and it's always struck me as being a very, very odd place. Mostly because:
Prince was born there, owned a club there, and currently has a house there.
It's farther north than Sioux Falls, and Sioux Falls is effin' cold right now. Minneapolis is even colder. You can't ski, or snowboard, or even frolic in the snow because it's flat and so effin' cold. You can, however, ice fish and go on a Zombie Pub Crawl (the first and largest in the nation, natch) which totally explains why millions of people + a short, pretty dude that likes velvet, diamonds, and pearls all live there. Makes sense, huh?
You know--it makes sense to the 3 dudes that read this blog. I'm still baffled.
It's inscrutably stylish. The people there that know how to dress really know how to dress. I do wholeheartedly enjoy people watching in the city, as there's an odd, dark polish and sharpness to the outfits they typically don that is wholly different than anything you will ever see in Denver. It's like a whole different world!
Then I go home to my own closet stuffed full of gaudy ruffles and ridiculous bows and cry a bit while drying my tears on some lace and blowing my nose on some cheekily embellished chiffon.
My friend explained that Minneapolisites (Minneapolitans?) have actually given their city a nickname, the "Mini Apple" as in a Mini New York, so. It kind of makes sense! Denver has no such nickname for itself but we do have legalized "medical" marijuana, so. Suddenly that is also kind of making sense, haaa.
Our trip up to the city was unfortunately quick, but we did hit up the Mall Of America (where I ransacked H&M and Forever 21's jewelry store, YES!), watched and helped my friend try on wedding dresses, got TOTALLY duped by a fake 60% off sale sign inside a fake Ann Taylor LOFT window while at a real (I think) Anthropologie at the
Shops At West End:
{women are smarter than men except for when it comes to 60% off sale signs- all three of us chuckleheads didn't realize we were running to a big fake sale at a big fake store until we got within 15 feet, fffffffffffart!}
And then we all sat at
Pizza Luce long enough for my butt fall asleep to chitty-chat and get drunk (and chow on some baked potato pizza too, of course!):
{mashed potatoes on pizza? yes!}
Fun!
Here's a quick pic of what I wore on Saturday for wedding dress shopping + drunk pizza eating that I snapped before scooting out of the hotel. The blazer was a bit of a gleeful find--it is a pretty shade of dark tan and is very fitted with slightly puffed shoulders. It was also the only one left, happened to be in my size, and I had two different shoppers in H&M ask me to give it to them if I decided I didn't want to purchase it. YOU BET I PURCHASED IT, OH YEAH.
Ka-ching!
And in other news, Petunia is allergic to South Dakota:
{now that I know she isn't going to die and is back to normal, it's totally safe to post these photos and laugh at them right? she looks like she has the mumps!}
And is ready to go home 'cuz she misses her daddy + Kitty:
The end. More later!