Two weekends ago I took a road trip out to Minneapolis with Heather T.G., Brian G., Kelly, and Emily. The girls and I were invited to go out there with the T.G.'s beacuase Heather had to speak in the MLA conference so they hooked her up in the Marriott downtown Minneapolis.
We headed out Thursday night after work and drove 12 hours through the night and arrived promptly at 6 am or something crazy. Luckily the hotel let us check in a bit early because we were about to sleep in the lobby. Heather went to work and we all crashed for a few hours. When we woke up we went in search of some lunch which led us to walk out to the ghetto and eat at a mexican place which was good at the time, and regretted later. I am not sure what we did the rest of the day except for some exploring and some sleeping and some laughing.
Kelly and I headed out about midnight for some midnight ice cream and after searching a few blocks in each direction we were only able to find some creepy men at a bar which we left and O' Dons.
O' Dons was the start of the rest of the adventures of the trip. Odons is an Irish Pub, they had a live scottish band playing and we met a lovely couple named Will and Erica who shared their table with us, made us eat some of their fries, bought us some irish cider beer, and most importantly... taught us how to do an irish dance. They made us feel like celebrities and even had the band announcing we were visiting from Ohio. We danced the night away and even taught them some Ohio dancing. Which really looks like nothing else than freedom on a dance floor. We made some fellow bike friends and included them in on our dance circle. At the end of it... I was so pleased decided to go out for some late night ice cream.
On Saturday we decided to hunt for some mom and pop pizza and we ended up finding the best pizza in the mid west. The place was run by two amazing mob looking men and was just down right yummy. The day continued from there. We ran into a protest of at least 1000 people protesting for equal rights so we put on our loud voices and our femi fists and joined them. We marched all over downtown... chanting and clapping and it was a holy and powerful thing.
We met some people who recommended seeing a band later that night at a place called the Uptown Bar. We had it on our list to hit up the C C Club so decided to do both. CC Club was an old little hole in the wall and the home of some serious socialist shit back in the 60's. We headed to the Uptown Bar after and were amazed at the bands that played. Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapells were the highlight for us. Check them out.
We had a few drinks and danced back to the hotel for our final night in Minneapolis. Our cab driver was a lovely man from Africa and he was here working for his two children and I accidently gave him all the money I had on me and told him to take care of his children. Then we got out of the cab and I got laughed at for it. He needed it more than I did though... I'm sure of it.
The 12 hour car ride back was really nothing to write about... so at that... i'm off. 
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