1. Eaten baked potato pizza. It tasted like it would taste if a person carrying a platter of potato skins collided with a person carrying a pizza, and calamity ensued in such a way that the potato skins ended up on top of the pizza and everyone ate them anyway. Slathered in sour cream, brought in a little plastic container for this express purpose.
2. Accidentally called the skybridges that connect most of downtown Minneapolis "sky malls."
3. Thought I was in St Paul, just because we crossed a bridge over some water. I mean, I guess I should have consulted a map or something, but what fun would that have been? Not as much fun as it was for our cab driver to laugh at me for several blocks, I'll tell you that.
4. Had lunch with the lovely Alexa, who is as charming and becoming as ever, and even though I generally loathe it when people call other people—at least those over five years old—"adorable," I will make an exception here, because she is. (Adorable, I mean. But also over five years old. I hope so, anyway. If not, well, then she certainly has an incredibly sophisticated palate. She ordered gnocchi.)
5. Visited the world's best Polish piano bar—which may, in fact, be the world's only Polish piano bar—to observe as various co-workers belted out 1960s Motown and I recorded the whole thing on my phone for blackmail purposes. Uh, I mean posterity.
6. Chose a restaurant for a team dinner based on recommendations in the comments. Thanks, you guys! It was a little awkward explaining to the rest of my co-workers why I knew so many people in Minneapolis whose opinions I trusted on where to eat, but we got through it.
7. Exchanged several very fraught text messages with Sean—many of them with pictures—regarding the status of a) the bathroom walls he's currently painting, b) the bathroom vanity he's currently building, and c) the front path we're currently paying someone else to pave, because hey, we're hands-on, but we're not that hands-on.
8. Finally figured out the world's best flying outfit. Behold!
You need a soft t-shirt so you feel like you're wearing your pajamas, a blazer to ensure you'll be the first one they consider when they magically decide to upgrade someone to first class, dark jeans because you're going to spill your diet coke on them at 30,000 feet, flats for all the airport walking, and a piece of statement jewelry—I went the wacky necklace route, though you can't see it particularly well—so you feel reasonably put together. Also a very, very, very large purse.
9. Man, I wanted to make it to ten, but I have to be up in several hours to catch a flight home and my belongings are still spread out across my hotel room, so I'm going to have to finish here, I'm afraid.
10. Oh, wait! Tie-dye cake.