I included this picture because I want to show you that it was fall when I went there
We were bored, so we decided to take a plane somewhere. We ended up in Minneapolis
. Okay, so it's not exactly exotic, leave me alone. I couldn't deal with the stress of going to New York and possibly never getting back, ever. We didn't go to the airport until noon, and they actually cancelled one of the flights, which under most circumstances would be mean I wouldn't get on, but it was one of the only things that were open out and back. So off we went to, where else? The Mall of America. The first flight as I said was cancelled, the second one delayed (there is runway construction at MSP, which has caused constant air traffic control delays), so I did just what I want to do: wandered around the airport for three hours on my day off.
Lego people have the freakiest heads ever
I asked all kinds of people what there was to do in MSP besides go to the mall. It was actually a kind of social experiment, I learned a lot about people by what they were saying. Like, I asked my supervisor, after she said that she's been to Minneapolis several times, and she said "they have a downtown, and they actually use their downtown, but unless you want to go to the Target headquarters, there's nothing to do there, really. Unless you like parks or something." (?) Um, hell yeah I like parks! I even asked someone who used to live there, and the only thing she said was that Macy's has a "deal." I refuse to believe it's that boring. I took a day trip to Des Moines, for christ sake. I can find an adventure anywhere.
Anyway, I'll have to do that next time.
It was 4:00 when we got there and got to a hotel. They gave me the crew rate at the Holiday Inn, plus $5 more for a suite, which was roughly the size of my apartment. I could see what appeared to be a lake and a trail leading to it from my room, but Trinity and I had already decided we would be going miniature golfing at the mall. There was an hourly hotel shuttle to to the mall, so we got there by 5:10, ate a fine meal at Taco Bell, golfed at Moose Mountain, admired the Lego display, rode some of the rides and went inside a single store. The roller coaster is closed for construction! They have another roller coaster there, though. The car spins around in circles while it goes up and down the tracks. I am an absolute ride wimp. Also: the terror of terrors, Trinity is now exactly 48 inches tall, tall enough to ride most of the thrill rides at amusement parks.
I need to find other people to go to amusement parks with, because I'm sorry, I just can't do it. We went back to the hotel and went swimming. There was a fat lady wearing a black swimming suit in the whirlpool, and her boyfriend/husband came up and had some type of food item in his hand. She stood up in the center of the hot tub with her hands at her sides, opened her mouth, and he dropped it into her mouth. She looked exactly like a seal eating a piece of fish for doing a trick. I hope she didn't realize we were laughing at her when our fit of hysterics echoed throughout the huge pool area. I tried to whisper anyway, when I wondered aloud if she could balance a ball on her nose. That was definitely the funniest thing I saw all weekend.
After that, we went to the hotel store and bought Cheetos, beef jerky, drinks, and microwave popcorn for a party in our fancy suite.
Miniature golf, one of the most pointless and fun things ever invented.
Neither of us even likes microwave popcorn, we just wanted to use our microwave for something. As budget travelers, we are more accustomed to chilling our drinks in a bucket of ice than we are to even the idea
of having a microwave/refridgerator. We watched Hannah Montana and then we fell asleep. Only to have the ALARM CLOCK go off at 6:00. I didn't set it, but it's possible I could have inadvertently hit the button that turned on the alarm when I moved the clock so I could see the time. It was sort of cruel, really. 6:00 is the time my own alarm goes off each day. Naturally, God is fucking with me when I go out of town to "relax" and it STILL wakes me up at the same time. We planned to wake up early anyway and walk down the trail we saw, but alas, there was a thunderstorm.
So we ate breakfast and went to the airport. Our flight home took 40 minutes. Air travel continues to amaze me. When I'm sitting in my house after arriving home, I can never quite get over the fact that 90 minutes ago, I was in another state. Especially when I get home in the daytime, and go out after that. It's one thing when I come home and go to sleep, I have a day to differentiate between time zones (I realize I didn't cross time zones on this particular trip). If I leave my house and go off somewhere, I feel as though I traveled through time. I have no concept of distance when I fly. You're here/you're there. If I was a superhero and able to choose my own super-abilities, my power would be teleporting, so I'm lucky to be able to fly.