Since I was lying in a heat coma for most of the weekend, I didn't have the wherewithal for any sort of proper post. Besides that, I'm all about the bulleted list recap anyway. All the cool kids are doing it, after all.*
How I spent my weekend, in eight-point bullet form.
- Realized that earning an English degree does not, in fact, automatically mean I am smart enough to follow what the hell is going on in a Shakespeare in the Park performance of The Tempest if I'm not going to bother paying attention to the first ten minutes of it and if I cannot refrain from zoning out during additional five-minute segments throughout.
- Spent approximately 90 minutes in transit to and from Walker Art Center (including a few necessary detours and a shouldn't-have-been-necessary 15-minute circle around the parking ramp in search of a spot) in order to spend only about 60 minutes sipping a Target-themed cocktail, snacking on cheese cubes, cookies, and cherry tomatoes, and looking (admittedly briefly) at art. (Note to self: If I'm ever to attend one of these overpriced Friday evening events again, really must get there earlier next time.)
- Pondered how the weekends might not fly by quite so quickly if I didn't sleep through half their daylight hours. Decided to ignore this information, as sleep is far more fun than making productive use of a Saturday. (Scratch that. Sleep is productive use of a Saturday.)
- Wondered what temperature my living room would need to reach before I might actually melt into the threads of purple chenille on my couch.
- Strolled through rows upon rows of tiny white tents bearing art and handicrafts at the Stone Arch Festival of the Arts. To my mild dismay, this year's show was a bit heavier on the craft than the art. I may have seen brightly colored hair scrunchies, 80s-esque fractal prints, and a cartoonish line drawing of a grizzly bear on a toilet with the caption "Bears don't always do it in the woods." In case it isn't obvious, I bought none of these. I did, however, buy a CD by a talented skinny little hipster boy who played a lovely set beneath the Central Avenue bridge. Go check him out. Just don't tell him I called him a skinny little hipster boy, OK?
- Bit my tongue while a father told his son, "You wanted to see the Stone Arch Bridge? That's the Stone Arch Bridge." Unfortunately, this...
...is not the Stone Arch Bridge.
Too bad the kid likely doesn't read my blog.
- Saw the new St. Anthony Falls Water Power Park... Where history, research, renewable energy, and natural beauty meet! Or, where some brilliant city planner saw an eyesore of a power structure and decided to build a park around it. Whee.
- And finally, ditched a book that wasn't doing it for me for likely only the third time ever, and started instead on one that's already a hundred times more entertaining. More on that a bit later, however... Like Sognatrice, I'm all about chronology in my book reports, and I'm still one book behind on those.
* In this case, of course, "cool kids" means bookish and bespectacled types with minor kickball phobias and some excess beer in their fridge. You know... sort of like me! (Definitely cool, obviously.)