The Taste of Minny

A few weird things happened to me at the taste of Minnesota today.

My foot almost got run over by a golf cart. After this realization, a lady in the cart proceeded to grab me by the ribs and attempt to pull me onto the cart. She kept telling me to come for a ride. She seemed to be joking, but this wasn't any regular quick grab. I tried to get away, but she held a firm grasp. It was sufficiently awkward. I saw her again a moment later, and she was wearing a sparkly metallic wig and big fake red lips. What a nut job.

Later on, the Beefcake and I were eating our cheese curds. Two random girls walk by my left side; one says hi. I turn to them. The second girl promptly says I love you. I stare at them for a moment trying to recognize a familiar face. Nope. I say thank you. They leave, and we return to eating our cheese curds. The Beefcake decides that they were probably too young to be drunk off their asses. We figure that we are just two hot guys, they are weirdos, or both.

As we were walking back to the car near the Excel Center, we received a few shout outs from a car full of girls. It's affirmed. We're hot. YEAH YEAH!