hello good bye and back again.



with the exception of the Great Airport Fiasco of 2009, my trip to minnesota was a success.



this fucking bitch made me cry at the check-in counter. waving her arms in the air and pionting her finger in my face because i wanted to get off in minneapolis and ditch my connecting flight to st. cloud.



doesn't she realize that pictures of then was playing at uptown bar? hadn't she seen my cute outfit? lady, yesterday was haircut day and you DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE! never flying northwest/delta again. ever.



i now fly strictly korean air. i hear each plane has a spa.




but i eventually made it to minneapolis after several rain and storm delays.



and i eventually made it to uptown after several directional errors.

and pictures of then eventually went on stage after several slot-swaps and extra bands that were only okay if you don't pay a cover and the drinks are free and they're sucking your dick at the same time...

amazing. love them... plus they're cute.



i swear, momx is cute too... see?




cute. cute. cute. what's that, tx? run away to minneapolis with you so we can take long walks around lake calhoun at sunset and wear curious-vintage outfits of vests and boots?



only if cx can be there too... naked...






i swear, this was a MUCH better idea at the time... i had plans in my drunken taco-craving little head. also, i'm adorable.



we rock-starred it to st. cloud that night because i wanted to wake up at "home"... i'm a stubborn drunk. but didn't even know i missed waking up to the fog. how lovely.



momx has a way of gardening that makes our backyard THE most charming place in the world. you just want to get lost in like the movie FERN GULLY. so whimsical.



there was also my cousin's wedding, but all of the pictures are too drunken for words... except my dress. tell me you love me.



we stayed in hibbing ((birthplace of bob dylan and moi!)) at grammax's house where i have dew-feet.



look at these two! they must be friends.



this hill was a mountain when i was 5, i swear it! grammax would yell at us for rolling down it. then she would tell us to come inside and let us eat as many cookies as we wanted. but they weren't very good so it was usually one or two...



also everything in grammax's house is circa 1970 or earlier.

exhibit a:



exhibit b:



((love you, dadx))