I would like to thank just a couple entities who made today possible. Specifically, Audrey the Sister Car, who refused to quit on the way to St. Paul this morning, even though she was basically gas dry.
Thanks to whoever put dark chocolate coconut-covered cake pops in the break room at my internship. Really, I’m in love with you.
A quick thanks to the angel who watches over laminating machines and X-ACTO blades. Also, thanks to the fifty thousand employees who passed by me standing at the laminating machine and did not mock my sweaty-handed mistakes or ignorance of lamination and X-ACTO blades.
A humungous thank-you to Life Time Fitness, because you hired sweet Becca to be your new recruitment retainment member advisor something or other. And flying her to Minneapolis to job train! (But really, to see me.)
On that note, I’d like to express my gratitude to my iPhone 4 and its “Maps” feature that made my downtown driving not a disaster and maybe a semi-success. You can ask Becca how much of a success. Thank you, Becca, for your cheerful attitude despite some scary gear shifts, a few quick lane changes, and having to read directions to me while we wound our way through the city.
This is Becca with her new friend, the Old Spaghetti Factory. In that building there is pasta. There are cream sauces, loaves of crusty bread, and glasses of strawberry lemonade.
There are silver saucers of spumoni.
In that building we savored those sauces and spooned that spumoni. Thank you Becca, for doing this with me gladly.
(Please ignore our evil eyes.)
To Minneapolis: thank you for your milling history. I don’t know much of it. Soon I would like to visit the Mill City Museum and learn some ridiculously cool facts about the Mill ruin crumbles I am so in awe of/spooked by/admiring.
Thank you God for the breathtaking night, and $2 parking, and the way St. Anthony Falls churned the sunset into its foamy waves, and the full moon I saw on the drive home.
Look at that picture! Click on it. Click on it!
I wish you’d been there.
Thank you, John Mayer, for writing “Shadow Days.” Honestly, I admit I turned Audrey’s volume knob up a tad, and maybe sang to the full moon, and maybe missed an exit.
On another note, thank you, thank you, thank you to the crab(s) who gave your lives to be my Jumbo Crab Ravioli. Your sacrifice was NOT in vain. Oh, no, sirree. Not at all.