Beekeeper Seeks Walleye
I took my first trip to the MOA on Sunday, and to my surprise I must say the MOA is quite spectacular. The layout is intuitive, the design breathtaking, and with the number of map stations posted throughout, its easy to get where you need to be to spend your hard-earned American dollars. Three stories and four avenues (north, east, south, west) frame an amusement park. There is also a Legoland, aquarium, 4-6 Caribou Coffees, and a mall foodcourt unrivaled anywhere in the world.
The MOA is where I am going this upcoming Friday night to get my haircut as well. My appointment is at 7 pm, and I can't think of anything better than getting a little trim with a clear view of the Old Navy. It's too bad its not the season for $2 Old Navy USA flag shirts. If that were the case, I would have the opportunity to people-watch our country's finest patriots (outside of members of USA Beard Team).
The reason I went to MOA in the first place was to find myself a pair of Crocs. The thought was that Crocs would be ideal for being on call in the hospital. Crocs are basically rubber shoes with air ventilation holes spaced throughout, and they are all the rage with little kids right now. They are also quite comfy. Additionally, my mother has a pair. The kids usually wear red, orange, green, or purple, but I was looking for something a little bit more respectable like black, chocolate, navy, or powder blue. To my dismay, however, neither of the Crocs kiosks had any more in my size (this was after I had checked at REI, Dicks, and Sports Authority). I was redirected to Nordstrom's where they had Crocs in my size, but somehow I ended up coming home with a great pair of Merrell clogs. So it goes.
I have worn my Merrells to work everyday since Sunday and they are spectacular. I noticed this evening that I have scuffed up the toe of the right clog pretty bad, while the left one still looks pristine. I wonder what this says about my gait or posturing. Hopefully good things.
By the day I am growing more excited about my camping trip up north. Looks like the weather there should peak in the mid 70s which will be just perfect for hiking. Our camping spot will be a short shot from three state parks, gorgeous Lake Superior, and hopefully a bit of wildlife as well. I also hope to make it up all the way to Grand Marais, see the town, and maybe stop in at the Angry Trout Cafe for the freshest of fishes. Oh, one can only dream, I suppose.
Now, I have more than once used this forum to talk about how much I love fish, and my move up here to Minnesota has made my love grow stronger (the exact opposite of distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I am not sure if the saying extrapalates to human fish relations). Unfortunately, I don't have any good fishing stories, yet, but I do have a good one about a certain Walleye sandwich I had a couple weeks ago.
Set the scene in a beautiful garden bar on a calm evening. You can't even feel the air, and the only sensation you've got is the cool condensation on your hand from a $2.50 PBR tall boy. There is a pesky bee bothering you, too. And actually, there is another sensation beyond that. Think fish. Yes, how about the best grilled walleye sandwich you've ever had swimming and dancing on your tongue. For some odd reason, your friend finishes his sandwich prematurely and leaves some extra on his plate. Well, what do you do? You go for it, right? But guess who beats you to the punch? Yes, indeed, it's Mr. Bee. Before I could act, our bee friend dove right into the plate, broke off a giant piece of the walleye, and clumsily flew away. And you know what? Two minutes later he returned and broke off another huge chunk for his friends. This pattern probably lasted about 10 total trips and was just incredible! Bees eating walleye? Just come to the Twin Cities.
The MOA is where I am going this upcoming Friday night to get my haircut as well. My appointment is at 7 pm, and I can't think of anything better than getting a little trim with a clear view of the Old Navy. It's too bad its not the season for $2 Old Navy USA flag shirts. If that were the case, I would have the opportunity to people-watch our country's finest patriots (outside of members of USA Beard Team).
The reason I went to MOA in the first place was to find myself a pair of Crocs. The thought was that Crocs would be ideal for being on call in the hospital. Crocs are basically rubber shoes with air ventilation holes spaced throughout, and they are all the rage with little kids right now. They are also quite comfy. Additionally, my mother has a pair. The kids usually wear red, orange, green, or purple, but I was looking for something a little bit more respectable like black, chocolate, navy, or powder blue. To my dismay, however, neither of the Crocs kiosks had any more in my size (this was after I had checked at REI, Dicks, and Sports Authority). I was redirected to Nordstrom's where they had Crocs in my size, but somehow I ended up coming home with a great pair of Merrell clogs. So it goes.
I have worn my Merrells to work everyday since Sunday and they are spectacular. I noticed this evening that I have scuffed up the toe of the right clog pretty bad, while the left one still looks pristine. I wonder what this says about my gait or posturing. Hopefully good things.
By the day I am growing more excited about my camping trip up north. Looks like the weather there should peak in the mid 70s which will be just perfect for hiking. Our camping spot will be a short shot from three state parks, gorgeous Lake Superior, and hopefully a bit of wildlife as well. I also hope to make it up all the way to Grand Marais, see the town, and maybe stop in at the Angry Trout Cafe for the freshest of fishes. Oh, one can only dream, I suppose.
Now, I have more than once used this forum to talk about how much I love fish, and my move up here to Minnesota has made my love grow stronger (the exact opposite of distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I am not sure if the saying extrapalates to human fish relations). Unfortunately, I don't have any good fishing stories, yet, but I do have a good one about a certain Walleye sandwich I had a couple weeks ago.
Set the scene in a beautiful garden bar on a calm evening. You can't even feel the air, and the only sensation you've got is the cool condensation on your hand from a $2.50 PBR tall boy. There is a pesky bee bothering you, too. And actually, there is another sensation beyond that. Think fish. Yes, how about the best grilled walleye sandwich you've ever had swimming and dancing on your tongue. For some odd reason, your friend finishes his sandwich prematurely and leaves some extra on his plate. Well, what do you do? You go for it, right? But guess who beats you to the punch? Yes, indeed, it's Mr. Bee. Before I could act, our bee friend dove right into the plate, broke off a giant piece of the walleye, and clumsily flew away. And you know what? Two minutes later he returned and broke off another huge chunk for his friends. This pattern probably lasted about 10 total trips and was just incredible! Bees eating walleye? Just come to the Twin Cities.
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