The Caribou Coffee is rather loud today. Some rather rowdy, middle-aged women are sitting at a table across from me talking about who knows what - children, politics, “the change?” I have no idea nor do I care. Inside voices, ladies…
The past few days have been mostly been taken up by hanging out with the people in my building. On Wednesday, Darrel and I decided to go walking around the downtown since we hadn’t actually taken notice to any of that. The downtown isn’t that large but more has the feel of a Norman Rockwell painting - very quaint and picturesque. We casually strolled around the six or so blocks that made up the area. looking into shops and taking notice to things such as the library and the post office. After about a half hour, we completed our tour but hadn’t burned up as much time as we had planned so I suggested we go to Wal-Mart and I would pick up some booze.
When we got back home, Anita and Amanda we’re there to greet us. We stood outside in the parking lot conversing, smoking, and comparing the bass in our cars. I didn’t participate in the latter. I took the beer inside and before long everyone else was there looking though my things and commenting on this and that. The girls asked to see my guitars and before long, I was hashing through such party favorites as Semi-Charmed Life and Good Riddance - which incidentally became my ringer on Anita’s phone.
After having a few brews and talking some more, we went out for a cigarette and Anita started bragging about her Guitar Hero skills. Darrel had it readily hooked up so we went back to his place. We gave her a guitar and she said “so we’re playing on medium right?” Needless to say, Darrel and I ,who seasoned veterans, swept the competition. Darrel treated us all to some stir-fry he made from scratch and we all broke for the night.
On Thursday, Anita made good on her promise for taking Darrel and me out on the town for a tour despite her dealing with her ex for a bulk of the day. She drove us through most of town, pointing things out here and there. Darrel was excited to see the Starbucks. We drove by where she said it was - which it wasn’t. Apparently the mass closings of Starbucks around the nation effected the Red Wing area. Sigh…
Anita rounded off the evening to taking us to Treasure Island Casino, also known as “T.I.” to the locals, which was about ten minutes out of town where eighteen year olds, also known as “underage people,” could gamble away their hard earned money like the rest of us. Anita and Darrel played the slots for a few minutes while I watched and smoked a cigarette. We walked around the floor eyeing all the tables where Darrel decided to try his luck at some Blackjack. Having never been to a casino before, the man behind the table said such classics as “I can’t take the money from your hand, you need to put it on the table” and “if you’re going to stay on your hand, please make a motion for the camera.” None of us lost much money that night but I felt I was the winner of the evening having only purchased a beer. We came home, said our goodbyes, and settled in for the evening in our respective apartments.
Friday wasn’t much of anything, Anita and Amanda took Darrel and I for a ride to Pizza Hut for some food. We went back to the apartment and spent the rest of the evening playing hacky sack and going through old yearbooks. Today, however, was a little more productive. With nice weather today (clear and in the lower 70s), Darrel and I worked on our coffee tables. I finally sprayed mine while Darrel sanded down his table that was worn and battered from sitting in a garage for who knows how long in preparation for a new finish.
Well Darrel and I need to get going. We need to shop around for a lamp for Darrel’s apartment and perhaps get something to eat. I have some small children roaming around in here and I’d rather not deal with that either ….
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