Last year, we stopped at The Lexington for drinks after a family Christmas gathering.
I’ll never forget the incarnation several years ago. I had live-tweeted an extreme white elephant gift exchange. Each year our aunts coordinate a game with rules, regulations, props, and, sometimes, even a set. It’s fantastic.
During this particular year’s party, the prizes included white elephant prizes (supplied by hosts and guests )+ real prizes. I forgot the exact details of the game, but were no consolation “good prizes” and one of the rules allowed stealing. It became very competitive. Households divided against households. Children may have cried.
A magical place exists in Northeast Minneapolis where they serve momos and sushi.
The name is Momo Sushi.
I met my friend here on a brutally cold evening. In Minnesota, brutally cold is sub-zero. A heat wave is 26+.
Hot green tea is complimentary here, as if offering both sushi and momos isn’t great enough.
What I really want to talk about is the vegetarian sushi platter – the Vegetable Deluxe. We both ordered it.
The most fun thing I did this winter was go to a writing class at The Loft Literary Center.
On a lark, after a rough week at work, I scrolled through the class listings. A class on humor writing caught my eye. Seeing that Mary Jo Pehl was instructing, I signed up right away.
Immediately after hitting the submit button, I panicked; the confirmation described the class as “Intermediate” level.
Surely I was not an intermediate level writer.
I fired off an email back to the Loft.
“I THINK I SIGNED UP FOR THE WRONG CLASS!”
While the previous Rosedale Center food court Revolution Hall didn’t stick, I give the mall credit for trying new things. Many of the childhood malls of our youth are dying; Rosedale is not.
On the surface Revolution appeared to offer many different food stalls serving everything from poke to ramen to wood-fired pizza. In reality the food hall was owned by one New York-based company and the food came from the same kitchen.
I didn’t think the food we tried was bad but the Instagramability seemed to be the primary focus.
Read about our first impressions of Revolution here.
During the three decades I’ve lived in the Twin Cities, I’ve never seen A Christmas Carol at the Guthrie.
I’ve always heard about it, though, for it’s the 44th season.
This year my folks took us. It’s no surprise that the acting, sets, and sound were stunning.
What struck me the most was the diversity of the cast. Growing-up, I rarely saw people that looked like me cast in television shows or movies, unless they were a “bit” or the show was themed.
For example, Tiny Tim’s family included people of many races (and Tiny Tim was played by a girl). This wasn’t discussed or alluded to, the family just simply was.
It makes me excited that people get to see more and more actors who look like them in stories, new and old.