Wow, what a weekend. I finally slept for more than 5 hours last night (it was around 12, actually) and I'm still exhausted. I'm glad Janelle and I went to the gym tonight, though. We did several laps around the track and had our best racquetball match to date. A great workout night overall; we weren't even subjected to the overweight, older lady who insists on taking sponge baths in the locker room sink every night, completely naked.
It's not pretty.
My out-of-town guest had a wonderful time during his first visit to Minneapolis. He was quite enamoured with our lovely city. Though I'm not completely satisfied with my overall concierge performance (nerves, you know), I like to think that it's because he had me for a guide.
If you listened to my Chowhounds! segment Saturday afternoon, please don't send any hate mail. I know it was really flat, but I was all frazzled from the trouble I had just trying to get into the Food & Wine Experience. I couldn't even remember the name of the Surly Brew that I was supposed to be talking about. Bender, dammit, Bender.
I fulfilled my most important duty at Rex's party Saturday night by making sure everyone was smoking in the designated areas. Many thanks go out to Matt who helped me carry out such a daunting task. In case you were at the party but didn't see me, I was velcroed to either him or Lori most of the night. Unless it was between the hours of 3:00 and 4:00 a.m., in which case I was in the kitchen with Simon making grasshoppers.
Yes, Andrew, we were actually making grasshoppers.
I'm reluctant to mention that my mom has developed a bit of a fan club here on Girl Friday. While I'll admit that her comments are amusing in that laughing-at-mom sort of way, I'll ask you not to encourage her. She's already threatened to start a blog of her own.