Video Killed the Radio Star

I made the trek to Minneapolis this weekend to tour apartments. I was nervous at first; nobody answered my phone calls and I was worried they wouldn't until Monday, when I was long gone. But, I did eventually settle on a place near 23rd and Harriet (if there was a 23rd and Harriet; between 22nd and 24th on Harriet would be a better description). It's in the middle of the building, but faces south onto a house, so it gets plenty of light. Hardwood floors, not huge but big enough I think.

Somehow amid the frantic driving and walking across town to find and tour apartments, I also managed to see most of my friends up there. I went bowling with Mark, Andrea, Jessica, Kristen and Garrison; I forgot how hilarious it is when I bowl, I'm all or nothing, strikes or gutters. I ran into Andy and his mom out working in the back yard; that dude is rocking one serious farmer tan. I ran into Emily on my way to Calhoun Square to buy books; the poor girl could barely croak, her voice was so weak. I had dinner with Caitlin and went to Caffetto; turns out I am proud and stubborn, who knew. I met Bill, if it can be called that; I tried to be friendly but I'm afraid we intruded on his solitude. Or something. I had lunch with Michelle; driving in St. Paul during the Grand Old Days is a horrible idea. I had ice cream and with Ivy and then dragged her along on some tours; she was a wonderfully good sport, as always.

I'm looking forward to living in Minneapolis again, I do love the city. Of course, this does not relieve me from the unavoidable nervousness of moving to a new city, even if it's an old city.

More later.