So last night we didn’t make it to the 3Rock until much later than planned. It was still good to be there. D is freshly back from Italy and I have so much missed hanging out with her. She’s crazy and funny and the boys tend to hover around her (or maybe they were just trying to get through to the video games we were leaning against – whatever) and she continues to talk about how she just needs to find either some random to date or some good Christian boy to settle down with that will understand her restrictions etc. I told her good luck, because as far as I’ve seen, what she’s looking for is purely a myth propagated by parents and church leaders, no boys are ever that pure or understanding. Well we kept getting in the way of the people who wanted to play golden tee or the root beer game but that was mainly because we refuse to go into the new addition (granted I’ve been over there for shows and that’s about all its good for, in fact its great for that… but for a bar – no). We complained about the lack of old regulars, the twins – two boys that some how look so similar in their gorgeousness and yet completely different (one of whom I’ve renamed the most beautiful man in Minneapolis, he wanders around uptown with a camera and a skateboard… so lovely) the other that we were missing was Mr. Intriguing. Mr. Intriguing is this crazy eyed curly haired man who we always used to run into (not talk with) exchange crazy glances and raised eyebrows with at the old triple rock patio. Last night we had the realization that we have been going to the triple rock for four years now (some Tuesdays more regularly than others). He is one of whom it cannot be said is either attractive or not – he transcends all the normal classifications of our people watching. We hadn’t seen him in quite a while – granted D has been out of the country and its harder to go there in the winter or even if I start to think about the loss of the patio and all the new faces that are there – but he arrived last night at 1:30, just as we were leaving. We almost turned around and went back in, but really, we both had an early morning to look forward to, and we’ll be back next week. I mean next Tuesday after all is the night before my birthday… where else would I be? Oh and next week, I’m taking Wednesday morning off.