A Tale of Twin Cities

A week ago if you would have asked me to name three cities in Minnesota, I probably would have had to google if Minnesota were a state or a city. In fact, I had to double check if Minnesota had one or two 'n's. Never was much good with geography. Or spelling.


But now, oh now, things are different.

Check this out. Minneapolis, St. Paul, AND St. Cloud. Three! Count it, I can name THREE cities in Minnesota.

Sure, two of those are kind of gimme's and the third I may only know in reference to a particular sitcom that I watch...

Legend--Wait for it...

And I still went and double-checked those on the google machine.

But I digress, spent the week in Minneapolis for a psychology conference and while I could spend hours describing the various speakers I listened to, name drop a couple prominent figures, or wane to you on the multi-facets of avoidance contingencies (which I won't, because honestly I'm still not straight on that one either) I'm not going to. Mostly because it'd be kind of obnoxious.

Much to the shock of my fellow conference go-er's and road trip buddies, Minnesota was the farthest west in this great United States that I had ever visited and I doubted that I would ever get out that far. I mean, it is just Minnesota.

No offense to those from the area, I had heard it was such a beautiful city and everyone is so friendly and all the mid-west fixings you can eat--and those things stood to be true--but seriously. It had a snow storm like, a week ago, right? Half of the city of Minneapolis is built so that you can navigate it via a series of indoor walkways.
Super friendly people? High carb diets? Snow at obscene times of the year? It's practically Canada.

...dary! Legendary! Two How I Met Your Mother references in one post!

All jests aside, had a great time and am glad to be back. Thank you Minneapolis for your courtesy and kindness... and the two pounds of hot wings that I ate from Hell's Kitchen. Those were delicious.