Just wanted to say hello from Minneapolis. We're staying downtown, and while downtown is generally not a great place to hang in any town when you want to be with the peeps, that's where we are. This hotel is kind of like a Swiss chalet in the 70s -- lots of taut buttoned leather couches and this bizarre baby grand in a pile of woodchips closed off by brass railing.
We've tentatively subtitled this tour the Zen Bossage Spa Office Tour. Getting out of New York can often be a vacation in its own right. You never notice you're on the hamster wheel until you get off. Between the two of us, we probably have enough tea and health food products to set up camp under a bodhi tree and wait for enlightenment.
At JFK, airport security made me throw out my empty free-with-purchase Beard Papa travel coffee cup. Apparently, no screw top containers allowed at all, even empty ones. Leave your firefly jars at home.
As I was told, the Hmong community here is quite prominent. I can't tell if the Hmong language is different from Thai or if I'm just being confounded by funny fonts. The Asian market had all kinds of herbs I hadn't seen before, as well as big slabs of smoked pork and beef which looked mighty interesting.
We're going to go enjoy complimentary cookies and milk down in the lobby of the hotel at 10 p.m. That's fuckin rock n roll, man.
Rock-n-Roll cookies and milk. Duuuude, try not to break any furniture. :P
I know, I'm thinking a little yoga and some carrot juice are in order this morning. HOLLA!