Went up to the ancestral manse with my Grandma and Jesse Russell in tow. Drive made me tired after long, stressful day at work. Crashed on the couch immediately upon arrival. I'd lost the keys to my boss' house Thursday, which more or less gave me an anxiety attack, then had to spend the whole day with him, feeling like a total delinquent. As a result I am on a mission to be home by 11 every weeknight, and to imbibe on weekends only, and in moderation. Yes yes I will be a real adult. Also, as a result of this real-adult-ness, I am now a thousand-aire. That feels pretty sweet.
Went shopping with my tri-generational crew (Ma, Gma), and attended Emily Hagge's bridal shower. Holy crap so much estrogen, fueled by champagne. Lots of 'so are you dating anyone? Who are you bringing to the wedding?' and the dreaded 'Are you and Jesse going to get back together?' Alas. I told them I was bringing a bum I found on the street. And this is just the beginning.
Saturday night Jesse and I went to the outer reaches of civilization, Puposky, to revel with Alex and Genevieve. Bought beer on credit, simply by stating that I was Lisa Peterson's daughter. 'If we can't trust Lisa Peterson we might as well just shut down.' Good to know my ma is held in high regard at such highly esteemed establishments as Noelle's Bottle Shop. Out in Puposky went tearing around on backwoods trails in the dark in a Geo Tracker with a grill and chains on the tires. Ramming down dead trees and rolling around in the back, which is sans-seats, while going over every type of bump and fallen tree imaginable. I love the Belleveau manor more than anything. Sat on a haybale in a field after a brief stop at a friendly Rez Bar known as Dale's. Back to MPLS next day, ready for another week. This time I'm getting serious. SERIOUS.
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