To clarify, I only care about the immediate human drama of the NFL draft...who cries, whose mom is there, who has a lot of new bling, who has a room full of relatives, who fusses with their hair after they put the cap on...I don't care about any of the rest of it and I forget their names the minute they leave the stage. This would never carry over into any sincere interest in football.
Regis and I ordered tickets to see Lyle Lovett this summer at the State Theater in Minneapolis. The show starts at 8:00 (that's P.M.) so I think we'll stay downtown for the night since we don't like to be up too late. We can have dinner, walk to the theater, and have a fine time. It will be like a vacation.
After checking on the prices of downtown hotels, we just might be driving home. The only one in our price range gets reviews like this:
They recently replaced the mattresses but the linens, furniture, and everything else is worn, dated, and in need of a massive renovation. The TV's are so old and the picture is so fuzzy that you can't read any text on screen. I stayed in many different rooms (at least 14 different rooms on different floors), and the TVs and furnishing were equally bad everywhere.
Oh good. windy again. What's up with that?
I better get ready for work tomorrow.