My flight to Minneapolis was a bit rough. While waiting at the terminal in Austin, there was a crying baby. I told Derrick that it was going to suck for whoever had to sit next to the baby. I got on the plane, and as luck would have it, guess who was sitting next to me. There was also a little girl sitting behind me who thought she would entertain herself by kicking the back of my seat and singing at the top of her lungs THE ENTIRE FLIGHT. I had the volume of my ipod turned all the way up, and I could still hear the screeching. Sighhh.
After our Monday morning pre-conference sessions, Derrick and I jumped on the DART and took it to Mall of America for the rest of the day. I didn't end up going on any rides; they're a bit pricey. So I took pictures instead. And of course I went to H&M while I was there. I found a cute dress that came in handy later. Oh, and FYI - if you are ever in Minneapolis and want to get married on a whim, there's a wedding chapel in MOA.
There was an interesting mix of people at the conference. A lot of the sessions didn't pertain to us; we might have been the only school there that doesn't use the software for admissions. I sat in on some recruitment and social media sessions since I have an interest in those topics.
During our pre-conference workshops, we met a - um, let's call him 'friendly' - guy from USC who instantly invited us to eat with him for every meal of the conference. This was on Monday morning; we weren't leaving until Thursday morning. I thought we got rid of him, but somehow he popped up in one of our sessions on Tuesday and invited himself along to the Twins game that night. We didn't have tickets, so we headed up to Target Field. And of course they were sold out. I wanted to see the game and remembered seeing scalpers hanging around Target Center, so we made our way across the street. Aaaand what do you know - screaming tweens hanging out of limos and wearing clothes that made them look like sluts-in-training were showing up for the Justin Bieber concert.
I approached the scalpers and they were asking for ridiculous ticket prices, so we eventually gave up. I was bummed. I really wanted to see the game. We went inside a sports bar across the street from the stadium and pretended like we were locals cheering on the home team.
At one point, the USC guy made fun of me (for reasons still unknown) for eating a burger with no veggies and for drinking a Miller Lite. I wanted to shoot back at him "oh yeah, well you're eating a bowl of fettucini alfredo and drinking a margarita in a sports bar...do you really think you have any room to make fun of me?" But I didn't...I just gave him a fake smile and took a long swig of my beer.
Wednesday night was a Blues Bash thingy. Derrick and I were hoping it wouldn't be lame. It turned out to be a-okay. I think the open bar helped. Some wine and beer made watching the random people dancing on stage quite entertaining. We met a guy from New York at our table, and after the event was over, we headed to a bar with him to meet up with his coworkers. More beer was consumed, and somehow I was pulled out onto the dance floor. It was a fun night, though staying up late made for a rough morning considering I had an early flight. As the shuttle was heading to the airport, the driver got a call saying that he left a suitcase on the curb. We turned around, and guess whose suitcase was sitting all alone for someone to claim it...seriously, how do I have such bad luck?
During our pre-conference workshops, we met a - um, let's call him 'friendly' - guy from USC who instantly invited us to eat with him for every meal of the conference. This was on Monday morning; we weren't leaving until Thursday morning. I thought we got rid of him, but somehow he popped up in one of our sessions on Tuesday and invited himself along to the Twins game that night. We didn't have tickets, so we headed up to Target Field. And of course they were sold out. I wanted to see the game and remembered seeing scalpers hanging around Target Center, so we made our way across the street. Aaaand what do you know - screaming tweens hanging out of limos and wearing clothes that made them look like sluts-in-training were showing up for the Justin Bieber concert.
I approached the scalpers and they were asking for ridiculous ticket prices, so we eventually gave up. I was bummed. I really wanted to see the game. We went inside a sports bar across the street from the stadium and pretended like we were locals cheering on the home team.
At one point, the USC guy made fun of me (for reasons still unknown) for eating a burger with no veggies and for drinking a Miller Lite. I wanted to shoot back at him "oh yeah, well you're eating a bowl of fettucini alfredo and drinking a margarita in a sports bar...do you really think you have any room to make fun of me?" But I didn't...I just gave him a fake smile and took a long swig of my beer.
Wednesday night was a Blues Bash thingy. Derrick and I were hoping it wouldn't be lame. It turned out to be a-okay. I think the open bar helped. Some wine and beer made watching the random people dancing on stage quite entertaining. We met a guy from New York at our table, and after the event was over, we headed to a bar with him to meet up with his coworkers. More beer was consumed, and somehow I was pulled out onto the dance floor. It was a fun night, though staying up late made for a rough morning considering I had an early flight. As the shuttle was heading to the airport, the driver got a call saying that he left a suitcase on the curb. We turned around, and guess whose suitcase was sitting all alone for someone to claim it...seriously, how do I have such bad luck?
Since getting back from Minneapolis, I've been in some pain. At one point I couldn't even walk, sit up straight, or lay down. I finally gave in and drove myself to the doctor, where I was diagnosed with a cute little kidney infection...lovely.
So here I am at home, wincing in pain with each body movement. The meds need to hurry up and kick in because I'm supposed to go to New Braunfels on Saturday for a BBQ and then to Gruene to see Bob Schneider. C'mon, meds!
"You won't find a back room in our video stores, unlike some larger sin cities; aka Minneapolis, St. Paul."So here I am at home, wincing in pain with each body movement. The meds need to hurry up and kick in because I'm supposed to go to New Braunfels on Saturday for a BBQ and then to Gruene to see Bob Schneider. C'mon, meds!
Seriously, go watch "Drop Dead Gorgeous." You'll thank me later!
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