I’ve been getting over that flu/cold thing that’s been going around the Twin Cities this winter. At least it’s given me time to catch up on TV shows and movies.
Now, The Good Place series finale is how you close out a show.
Back when my mom passed away, a friend lent me his DVD set of Six Feet Under, an HBO series that chronicles a family of undertakers. Watching it start to finish helped him come to peace with death and he hoped I’d feel the same. Six Feet Under remains one of my favorite series ever, but The Good Place got me closer to where Six Feet could not.
I also watched Booksmart which is a movie streaming on Hulu. It’s painfully relatable if you were also a nerd like me coming to terms with spending your grade school (and college) years like Amy. Now we’re all Lisa Kudrows and Jason Sudeikis’s.
Finally, I curiously watched Midsommar streaming on Amazon. I had already spoiled this movie for myself so I kept my finger on the fast-forward. It’s completely upsetting and creepy, but also beautifully filmed and compelling.
I didn’t mean to fall in love with Colita, but I did. And now, it’s my favorite restaurant.
The first time I went was on a lark.
Jake was in the mood for a quiet night, so I headed over for an early dinner.
I showed up five minutes before opening (5 pm) and was glad that I did – for customers had already formed a line outside the front door. I joined them. An employee handed out little cups of warm hot chocolate topped with whipped cream sprinkled with sea salt.
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.
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.