A Granite Sack and Legs of Log (cashbox) wrote,
A Granite Sack and Legs of Log
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6,000 words

typing seems like an awful lot of work right now, since i'm doing a whole lot of it for *actual* work, so here's my weekend in six photos ...

friday:





saturday:





sunday:





(most of those stolen from my ladyfriend, except for the one of the thunder with the copyright bit, and the one from someone who was quite a bit closer to the stage during flogging molly's show.)

(not pictured, by the way: any of the vikings' season-ending knee injuries; the bouncer at the northeast palace who wanted to tell us all about the cops that came to hassle him at his other job; the fabulous trainwrecks -- one wearing shortalls -- at said bar; the incredibly delicious bar pizza at jimmy's; the hurling exhibition at irish fair [hurling, the sport, not hurling, the drunken thing]; the vendor from the ancient order of hibernians who made me take two straws for my lemonade because i was supposed to share with jenni and we're not married; the vast plain of 15-year-old punk rock kids at the flogging molly portion of the show; the taco truck that the thunder thoughtfully provided at their game; either of the two spectacular goals in said game by ricardo 'el perro loco' and/or 'dirty' sanchez; the variety of olympians and twins players that keep keeping us up late at night; or the seven loads of laundry we did yesterday.)

(you're welcome.)
Tags: a thousand words each, summer in minnesota, weekend
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